On our faces lines emerge, tissue loses elasticity and shifts. Like the subtle movements of the earth's tectonic plates our bodies change during the passage of time. It is often with shock that we realize the bodies we inhabit are not who we are. It is as if some sort of turbulent energy has been bubbling beneath the surface, an invisible and intangible force which no mirror can detect. The mirror presents a superficial image, often unkind and at odds with the vigour of the life force within. So, we devote a significant portion of our limited time on earth to catching glimpses of that life force. Usually during the early or later hours of a day before shuffling to and from work we seek validation for that bigger part of ourselves that must be put aside while we survive. We need to know that we are more than the monolithic machine we feed with our labour. That there is inside us something of substance that has not been entirely eroded by the cycle of work to pay to live to work to ...
Therefore we read, we write,we create, we observe, seek and find that despite the prospect of inevitable annihilation and soul destroying tedium there are still moments of beauty. As brief as these may be, such moments can cast out darkness and render all hopelessness redundant. This is the marvel of the human spirit and my reason for contributing something in the way of this blog. Join me as I explore life and some moments.
Therefore we read, we write,we create, we observe, seek and find that despite the prospect of inevitable annihilation and soul destroying tedium there are still moments of beauty. As brief as these may be, such moments can cast out darkness and render all hopelessness redundant. This is the marvel of the human spirit and my reason for contributing something in the way of this blog. Join me as I explore life and some moments.
