It is the quickening which we sometimes come to know, it is the awareness of knowledge or wisdom untaught, it is the force that drives us to fully embrace and love the ones we might otherwise hate, and the force that conflicts us as we awkwardly travel our paths, stumbling knowlingly or unknowlingly for that which is just, eternal, and indisputable. It is the force that will continue to breath life, long after our last breath is spent, it is the image that can not be painted, the song that can not be composed, the letter than can not be written, and the sentiment that can not be expressed. We cant save the earth, we cant save each other, but that force that lies beyond the curtain of the secular can surely save us all. And when we are saved, be that from the delusions of our own ego, and the disputable patterns under which we have fashioned the earth and our understanding, then and only then will blurred images take on form, songs begin to reverberate, words begin to take on meaning, and transcendental sentiment felt. Everything else is folly, an assumption and misunderstanding. A hustling and a bustling, a pursuit of fleeting pleasures, temporary solutions, and living from one Dixie cup to the next never having ones thirst completely quenched.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 20:23:27 +0000
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