The Rose

[deadmonk]

I may have had satori-esque epiphany; the Rose is that 1 thing that the Jack Palance charecter in city slickers. In The Tower Cycle There were three things that made up the supports of reality, the most perfect of which is the Rose. It brings such joy, such peace. It is a archetype for all that is perfect about existience. Ther was a poet that I heard a few years back that said " God sometimes likes to twirl the drumsticks between the two and the four" he was talking about the beauty he had witnessed personaly, with no device but his own memory to chronicle it.I thought of it once as secret heaven. There are these small moments of limited occupancy. It happens all the time, but the most vivid example I can think of was in the summer of 1999 in scottsdale, Arizona. The festival had been over for a few weeks and Amber (my girlfriend at the time), Richard, this kick-ass Canadian who is still one of the best friends I've ever had, and kalindi, this vegan chick who was born a hare krishna and had never eaten meat. Amber had two friends who had rented a nice apartment in scottsdale. They left for the month proceeding the festival, and since we'd been in tents and vans for two months, they let us use their place.
One day, around dusk, Kalindi and Amber were down in the courtyard of the apartment doing yoga together on a blanket. Richard and I sat on the balcony watching the light fade out of the day, not really talking all that much. He did say, "you know this is really nice."
"Yeah," I said not needing a definition of his meaning.Perfection in an absolutely intangible sense, save that of the memory.
I had one of these experiences today...but that's a story for another day.

"May your Luck rise, Roland."
"May yours rise twice."
Stephen King
The Wizzard and Glass
Dark Tower IV