The new run begins. the new run begins with what people would call the re-birth. but secretly, she believes it’s not really new. just a rehash of the past issues, the past crimes and past falls from glory. perhaps the exact words won’t come, probably not in time to make one sound eloquent. what is eloquence, but the judicious willingness of time and space that enables the ability to form the right picture, the right thought, at the right time. What is time but the concept of yesterday, the Now and the future? what is the future but what we perceive it to be, as intangible as ultimate joy or despair?
I, however, for one, care about that fact, no matter how i try to cast it out of the inequities of day-to-day living. Sojourn with the trivialities. it’s the best New Age drug. Ask the kids with ticking timebombs for blood pressures, trapped in the world of their virtual games. ask the professionals who become permanent fixtures of their boss’s wonderful modern torture chambers we all call our offices. Ask the 50-year old woman who blames everyone but herself for her impending doom of dying all alone while the world loses consciousness of her existence.
Triviality is a good excuse. But it’s poor therapy. And like someone i know once said, when you acquire sanity by stud, the father always looks like the son, and they have a very high suicide rate.
