Family Matters
I want you to understand that I live for you, inside of you and through you, with or without and endlessly hunger for more. I believe in the world as a question. What will I become? Who will lead? Who will follow? Will there ever be an answer?
You are the answer. I am the answer. We are answers to questions the earth asked itself millions of years ago and we are here to prophecy this great arrival.
I ask but one small boon. Remember.
He says with a heavy heart, "Remember."
"Remember that you are born of the Earth and grace it with your presence as it graces you. To walk on solid ground is Earth's blessing to humanity. To remember the passage of time is a blessing to the Earth. Without sentient life the Earth is an empty house. What good is a stage without performers."
The child sups at the bosom of the mother and begins a ritual. The ritual is a dance of destiny from mother to child. He says with growing intensity, "The rule of love is that bonds tether you to the world of man, but love releases you from that bond and brings you closer to the spirit of the Earth. Of birth and death, of mirth, recreation and emotional purity, where adventures are lived and retold. No one wants to hear a story about a man or woman that goes to work and does exactly as they're told, retires at 65, lives to the age of 100 and then dies peacefully in their sleep. Live a bold life. When life is at a peak live blissfully on the fat of the land and create. When life is at a trough struggle for air and fight to survive. Should you happen to see your way through to the other side tell the tale."
He tipped his hat like a cowboy in a spaghetti western and vanished from my mind's eye. It was a daydream, but unlike the boy's dream of sensual gymnastics or the man's fantasy of a ruling class with his avatar at the reigns it was a deluge of enlightenment that enveloped him in a cloud of wonderment at the simple truth of the world and how complicated it seemed to everyone else.
He stopped then and listened to the slumbering females in the adjacent room, creeping then clumsily but surely into the bedroom and brushed over their prone limbs and tired faces. The child cradled in her right arm, the other flung haphazard and twisted, the cat lying on her side with one paw slung onto the woman's buttocks. It was a tangled mess of everything I had given myself too and I wanted to wake them and tell them all of me and how I came into being for this one purpose and how it felt to know ones own destiny although I could never say it plainly enough for a human being to understand (though the cat might if cat's ever cared enough to listen).
Instead I lay beside them and waited to forget what it was to be enlightened, as it always fades from the few whom it has chosen to awaken. Wisdom is a shooting star, an orchid in the moonlight and is utterly lost on me if given the time to wash. It's just as well. I ached to be with my family again.
You are the answer. I am the answer. We are answers to questions the earth asked itself millions of years ago and we are here to prophecy this great arrival.
I ask but one small boon. Remember.
He says with a heavy heart, "Remember."
"Remember that you are born of the Earth and grace it with your presence as it graces you. To walk on solid ground is Earth's blessing to humanity. To remember the passage of time is a blessing to the Earth. Without sentient life the Earth is an empty house. What good is a stage without performers."
The child sups at the bosom of the mother and begins a ritual. The ritual is a dance of destiny from mother to child. He says with growing intensity, "The rule of love is that bonds tether you to the world of man, but love releases you from that bond and brings you closer to the spirit of the Earth. Of birth and death, of mirth, recreation and emotional purity, where adventures are lived and retold. No one wants to hear a story about a man or woman that goes to work and does exactly as they're told, retires at 65, lives to the age of 100 and then dies peacefully in their sleep. Live a bold life. When life is at a peak live blissfully on the fat of the land and create. When life is at a trough struggle for air and fight to survive. Should you happen to see your way through to the other side tell the tale."
He tipped his hat like a cowboy in a spaghetti western and vanished from my mind's eye. It was a daydream, but unlike the boy's dream of sensual gymnastics or the man's fantasy of a ruling class with his avatar at the reigns it was a deluge of enlightenment that enveloped him in a cloud of wonderment at the simple truth of the world and how complicated it seemed to everyone else.
He stopped then and listened to the slumbering females in the adjacent room, creeping then clumsily but surely into the bedroom and brushed over their prone limbs and tired faces. The child cradled in her right arm, the other flung haphazard and twisted, the cat lying on her side with one paw slung onto the woman's buttocks. It was a tangled mess of everything I had given myself too and I wanted to wake them and tell them all of me and how I came into being for this one purpose and how it felt to know ones own destiny although I could never say it plainly enough for a human being to understand (though the cat might if cat's ever cared enough to listen).
Instead I lay beside them and waited to forget what it was to be enlightened, as it always fades from the few whom it has chosen to awaken. Wisdom is a shooting star, an orchid in the moonlight and is utterly lost on me if given the time to wash. It's just as well. I ached to be with my family again.