Holiday and existential angst
Have taken a weeks holiday and feeling more refreshed but still a little sniffly...
Was on the way to work the other day and a young lad on the other pavement (heckled?) called out something about blue or red and I didn't think much about it and then not getting a response after 10-20 seconds as I passed moving swiftly towards the railway station he yelled out again you look like you're from the Matrix. I live in small town England and I wear respectable work clothes although as winter I am wearing a long dark coat, I didn't respond or acknowledge the youth as I was aware the train was about due. I figure wearing a pinstripe suit and tie I don't look overly gothic but apparently in my winter coat I do. I figured the first comment must have been reference to the offer Orpheus makes Neo in the film about want ting the reality or the illusion. I suppose I choose the reality but my subconscious would rather have the illusion and not have to deal with the effort it is a battle I suppose with my feet of clay to try on a daily basis to grasp that which is the spirit of reality as I understand it that spirit is the very breath of God and such an elusive thing to follow like a wild goose but still I try to follow getting frequently distracted along the way as is too often the nature of man...I feel very vulnerable but I am committed to being vulnerable and availble to make the differance by reaching out and engaging which is easy to spout off about but harder to live...especially when rushing for a train and someone however ackwardly picks up on your nature and tries however imperfectly to try to engage.
I have been thinking about the tragic death of Sophie Lancaster with the funeral having happened recently, their is an emotional tribute posted on youtube...
Was on the way to work the other day and a young lad on the other pavement (heckled?) called out something about blue or red and I didn't think much about it and then not getting a response after 10-20 seconds as I passed moving swiftly towards the railway station he yelled out again you look like you're from the Matrix. I live in small town England and I wear respectable work clothes although as winter I am wearing a long dark coat, I didn't respond or acknowledge the youth as I was aware the train was about due. I figure wearing a pinstripe suit and tie I don't look overly gothic but apparently in my winter coat I do. I figured the first comment must have been reference to the offer Orpheus makes Neo in the film about want ting the reality or the illusion. I suppose I choose the reality but my subconscious would rather have the illusion and not have to deal with the effort it is a battle I suppose with my feet of clay to try on a daily basis to grasp that which is the spirit of reality as I understand it that spirit is the very breath of God and such an elusive thing to follow like a wild goose but still I try to follow getting frequently distracted along the way as is too often the nature of man...I feel very vulnerable but I am committed to being vulnerable and availble to make the differance by reaching out and engaging which is easy to spout off about but harder to live...especially when rushing for a train and someone however ackwardly picks up on your nature and tries however imperfectly to try to engage.
I have been thinking about the tragic death of Sophie Lancaster with the funeral having happened recently, their is an emotional tribute posted on youtube...