This
is some attempt at philosophy. Hopefully it's okayish.
You don't know you know until the moment that you do. You may know it all along, but it doesn't form into words, into thoughts. It just is. It's solid and warm and reliable, and it melts into consciousness the moment something very strange, special or important happens. Sometimes it doesn't have to be unusual. Sometimes the very ordinariness of of it, the regularity of it, drives that anxious, fluttering hummingbird of an unnamed need home to the nectar - the realization.
And the moment it happens, everything becomes clear. What you realized may not seem like everything, but everything is connected, woven together, a breathing, living tapestry, with the fibres and stitches and knots and colors relying and depending, fulfilling and leading, each other on. And so everything does become clear, in a way.
You have always possessed a gem, but you never knew you had it until that moment. And then, as you realise its existence, as you suddenly just know where to put it, as you slide it into place, it glows and shimmers and lightens the rest of the casket, the casket brightens the room, the room lights up the castle, and then all the illumination dims to a throbbing glimmer. Everytime you touch it, it flickers brighter again. So you stroke it, to see the light some more, and that sinks into an unconscious movement, as your finger traces over the lines and details, the facets and intricacies of the stone.
Touch it enough, and it will flare up again, and you will see another gem in your hand, another priceless treasure. If you're lucky, you may even feel the slight pressure of his fingers as he slips it into your hand, or see the laughter in her bright, brown eyes. The gem may not fit in any of the niches in this casket, may not fit in any of the caskets piled high in the room, but you have it, and you can keep looking for its niche in the rest of the castle - in all the other galaxies in the universe. And you will find more and more along the way.
Keep them. They're precious.
They're you.
You don't know you know until the moment that you do. You may know it all along, but it doesn't form into words, into thoughts. It just is. It's solid and warm and reliable, and it melts into consciousness the moment something very strange, special or important happens. Sometimes it doesn't have to be unusual. Sometimes the very ordinariness of of it, the regularity of it, drives that anxious, fluttering hummingbird of an unnamed need home to the nectar - the realization.
And the moment it happens, everything becomes clear. What you realized may not seem like everything, but everything is connected, woven together, a breathing, living tapestry, with the fibres and stitches and knots and colors relying and depending, fulfilling and leading, each other on. And so everything does become clear, in a way.
You have always possessed a gem, but you never knew you had it until that moment. And then, as you realise its existence, as you suddenly just know where to put it, as you slide it into place, it glows and shimmers and lightens the rest of the casket, the casket brightens the room, the room lights up the castle, and then all the illumination dims to a throbbing glimmer. Everytime you touch it, it flickers brighter again. So you stroke it, to see the light some more, and that sinks into an unconscious movement, as your finger traces over the lines and details, the facets and intricacies of the stone.
Touch it enough, and it will flare up again, and you will see another gem in your hand, another priceless treasure. If you're lucky, you may even feel the slight pressure of his fingers as he slips it into your hand, or see the laughter in her bright, brown eyes. The gem may not fit in any of the niches in this casket, may not fit in any of the caskets piled high in the room, but you have it, and you can keep looking for its niche in the rest of the castle - in all the other galaxies in the universe. And you will find more and more along the way.
Keep them. They're precious.
They're you.