David McAlmont, David & Robin, Part 1 of 9, David & Robin “One man’s creed is another man’s psychobabble…” me Have you ever noticed that when you focus on your breathing, the idea that inhaling and exhaling can ever happen unintentionally seems bizarre? Then your mind strays elsewhere and the breathing just carries naturally on without the help of your thought. Scientists can explain my existence to me with exhaustive erudition and informed conviction, yet I find breathing lungs, beating hearts, operational bones, and blood coursing through veins utterly miraculous and mysterious- even as I think these possibilities absolutely bonkers. Yet I would much rather have these things happening to me than not. Circling the nearest star aboard this immense vehicle earth, within a skin casing, which somehow contains and maintains this bewildering, functioning system of bone, flesh, blood and vulnerable organs, sounds like one hell of a trip, and that is exactly what my life is… one hell of a trip. When I express myself thus, there are as many opinions on my views as the persons who hear them. Those opinions occur against a backdrop of billions of events per second, in a range of dimensions, particularly if you subscribe to the Richard Dawkins view that life is “queerer than we suppose.” It is never a certainty that you will all will agree with my worldview, or my take on myself. Even if I simper “I only know that I am amazing because I believe that we all are,” there are still those who will counter that I am just full of myself, and still others who will say that I am just plain wrong. My own identification with the views of others is never a given. Compassion is underrated, even if it sometimes appears to be in short supply. Despair is an option, but I think that some of us are granted a merciful self-perception. People like me always find their way back to being fascinated not disappointed by what they are. But “people like me”, that could mean anything. Who is like me? I am a fingerprint, unique, yet another exception, a one-off. You only get one me. So, people like me? People with whom I have something in common? Perhaps... Taken from the anthology, Black and Gay in the UK, John R Gordon and Rikki Beadle-Blair (eds.) 2014.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 10:54:47 +0000
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