Sometimes I think that we all live on an island. It’s a big island, big enough to give us the feeling that we are all that is. And rushing by this island is a mighty flow of a river. Only thing is we have never seen it.
We think that we know that it is there. But most of the time we are too frightened to even get close. There are stories of those who ventured out in that direction and failed to return or come back babbling. So we just don’t go or even think about it.
But there is a certain curiosity that comes over us occasionally in our weak moments. But usually we shake it off. But still we try to define it and figure it out in a sort of hobby way. But you know.
Occasionally a random drop of it splashs up toward us. And we run to capture it. It is small and weak compared to from where it came and it does not threaten us. It is just the tippy tippy end of a whip of energy that cracks occasionally within our hearing. And we run to capture it.
It will be dissected and analyzed to death before things are over and we will feel like we accomplished something, something important. It will give its life for our curiosity. In the end 99.44% of it will be turned into numbers. This is the language that we understand and that we can slice and dice and compare with what else we know.
But what of the deep and wide river that we have analyzed a drop of? What does it think of our important attempts to explore its scary mysteries? What have we learned today in our few moments that we have allotted to this project?
So it seems. And surprisingly our Annie Day 18 quote for today meshes with this well:
We would rather be ruined than changed.
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.
I think it was Dana was saying here in the last few days that she missed my steroid sessions when I would be up in the middle of the night writing these amazing long posts. Well, no steroids for the foreseeable future but I did write this today in an attempt to make up for it.
All good, alperfect really loves, Felipé.
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So good, all perfect.
Dana ~ All without steroids too! Happy Spring, Felipé.x
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