Now, this one is an actual thought, as opposed to my normal spate of words where I babble a lot. I will, of course, babble a bit; its what I am, I will get on with it … On one hand, I often wonder about the impact of the words I share. On the other hand, I wonder if anybody is truly out there? Or is the universe a vast, uncaring empty void, and the voices I hear, are merely illusions, shades of words and thoughts Ive had in the past, made manifest upon this page? I know that the Universe cares not for the quibbles of us dust specks that float and gather as we do; I know that no matter how dark the Universe is, its the brightness within each of us that holds everything true. I get a big giggle, a glow of glee when I hear from thee; all of you, who comment, or share, or like the words that I craft and throw up here. It makes me happy to know that Ive touched your soul, in a way possibly incomplete, possibly whole. I dont do this to elicit a response or a giggle, but be it well known, it happens as it will wiggle. As mentioned, on the one hand, I derive a great deal of satisfaction in knowing that something Ive said may help somebody, if but for a moment, or as a track change for their life. I share my words, because I care; because I do want to change the world, and the landscape both out there and in here. And I believe strongly in the intent, and the letter of the execution of that intent. I share, because I want to help everybody else to also care. Inside my soul, is both candle and shadow; I share freely of both, for thats where I go. Also, as mentioned from the other hand, the Darkness is always a glib foe, silently treading each and every ebb and flow. It is difficult sometimes to stand up against those waves of oceanic massiveness and not be bowed by its immense density, its luminous immensity. As an intelligent species, Mankind as we are wont to label ourselves, we know how we end; ultimately, within a short span, we know that we end. The sense of dread to that conclusion, is oft times overwhelming, and indeed can be a force for seclusion. But, we carry on, knowing also that even in that short span, we can carry it through with honour, as can any Human! These varying dichotomies, often fighting inside my brain with various levels of joy and dread, they keep me both within the realm of living, and the zones of the dead. I will share, as is often the case, my thoughts about things, both ephermeral and base. I welcome comments of all kinds, I am constantly looking for new minds. I exist merely to have fun, the rest of that past, is already done. Be Bright, be Shadow, be a force for chaos, be a cauldron for order - live to the day, if not now, do it anyway. I bid thee well, be the best you, that you can be - and the path you walk, will be the song you sing, the story you talk. And remember: Wherever you are, thats where youve been!
Posted on: Wed, 09 Apr 2014 01:57:46 +0000
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