The dreams that time forgot ...
Staring into the deepest regions the words were spoken "There but for the grace of God." For people who don't know me all that well, I tend to get into very philosophical discussions with my multiple personalities (coughdrops) and anyone else who will listen. So here it goes: is God (i.e. life, the universe, and everything) purely circumstantial? It seems hubris of the highest order to presume that my religion was the first to ever believe in the grace of a deity resulting in salvation or damnation, just as it seems hubris to presume that humans are the most intelligent species from the days of creation onward. I never feel quite so insignificant and at the same time connected as when I touch the ocean during a storm. A slight touch, just fingertips trailing across the water as rumbling masses of grey streaked with light approach the shore from the sea. It seems like everything is born of the sea. Perhaps that belief explains my somewhat bizarre fascination with the legends of Atlantis and Avalon. An entire civilization swallowed by the sea in the same fashion that mist (another form of water) wraps around a magical land simultaneously lying on, around, and beneath our everyday world. Watching the ocean changing, it is easy to imagine a higher presence or greater intelligence; the waves are everywhere, signifying cycles of birth, life, death, and redemption. Maybe if I were born to that other intelligence, or another time, I would have complete faith in the grace of God by another name. Shakespeare may have been an arrogant chauvinist even for his time, but he understood the power of names in a human's hands. The name should not define everything a concept or person is, yet names have the powers to steal pieces from souls.
There is a fine distinction between alone and lonely; the line that should be blurry stands clearly defined. Coming back to family and old friends/acquaintances drives home the fact that humans remain in a constant state of growth (kind of ironic, but true). The feeling of being alone does not mean that a person can't still feel content with the status quo. There is just an element of vigilance: watchfulness for that person to awaken the soul and send sparks of light dancing around in darkness. The vigilance is usually overwhelmed by the sense that said person brings their own flowers. To explain that, my silent reader would have to read a poem my parents shared with me at my high school graduation that I have come to fully affirm and experience over time called "Learning."
Do you believe that all of these random thoughts were really a manner of unblocking the writing part of my brain so I could finish something you might see if you ask nicely? :) To everyone who is confused or frustrated by me, just understand that I exist currently in a state of aloneness (not loneliness) and that I tend to retreat when I feel unwanted.
There is a fine distinction between alone and lonely; the line that should be blurry stands clearly defined. Coming back to family and old friends/acquaintances drives home the fact that humans remain in a constant state of growth (kind of ironic, but true). The feeling of being alone does not mean that a person can't still feel content with the status quo. There is just an element of vigilance: watchfulness for that person to awaken the soul and send sparks of light dancing around in darkness. The vigilance is usually overwhelmed by the sense that said person brings their own flowers. To explain that, my silent reader would have to read a poem my parents shared with me at my high school graduation that I have come to fully affirm and experience over time called "Learning."
Do you believe that all of these random thoughts were really a manner of unblocking the writing part of my brain so I could finish something you might see if you ask nicely? :) To everyone who is confused or frustrated by me, just understand that I exist currently in a state of aloneness (not loneliness) and that I tend to retreat when I feel unwanted.