May 1, 2010
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Crooked souls trying to stay up straight
We should feel no way in particular about the memory itself. Sometimes it can spare us from the bad, but the good tends to fall out as well. One brings a sigh of relief, the other morose and longing to know what has happened that was worth appreciating. In a way we live in a weird medium in which we remember some of the past, partially comprehend the present, and are always looking the future; so where are we really?
It should be interesting whenever someone says a belief and is really excited about it. That means this person came across an idea and saw a whole lot in it. What did they see? We should be quite curious. What’s going on in their world?
Time just keeps on going. Every second is a second gone. I wish that sometimes we could turn on the news and hear, “And in other developments, time has stopped. We’ll keep you up to date on that story, though experts predict it won’t start up for at least a couple days.” In the intervening period, nothing would count, we could leave our stress to the world of temporality, and all relax and say to each other “It is so stressful and hard to be a human”. And since everything would be off the record, people could all agree and say “I know”.
Death is a funny thing. We’re always standing in relation to it. It doesn’t move. It just sits there. And yet it can seem so vague and unimportant. But we’ll all change our minds about that someday.
Everything changes, like how rain invades the world. No one could have predicted rain. The first time it rained the appearance of everything changed. “What is happening?” people wondered. ”This world is not what we thought.” When it is going to rain is a mystery; why it rains at all is not even touched by weathermen. It is much too difficult. I surely never thought this would happen. And so suddenly the rain comes, and our minds have to keep moving with reality. Everything changes.
It is the early morning and it just rained, so I am thinking about life and the first time it ever rained. That must have been quite a surprise. But I guess it rains for the first time in each human’s life . . funny world we find ourselves in, isn’t it?
Comments (5)
I always love it the first time a pet or kid encounters snow. It’s so mind boggling. “White stuff falling from the sky?! AWESOME!” I never thought that way about rain, I suppose because it happens so often. *ponders*
I think about time too much too.
Dry eyes in the pouring rain, well..
more good stuff here. I feel like I have had a similar argument in my mind for a long time. Thanks for expressing it in your fashion I like pondering it from this perspective.
I love your common-flood account story allegory. Im stuck in the abstract while looking up and resting in real-time spiritual manifestations.