When The Water Stops
January 13th 2007 23:50
I love the river of life. So full. So full of things that evoke life in me. Awe, fascination, excitement, empathy, sadness, love, mystery, confusion, anger, connection, and so much more that feeds.
This food seems limitless. Of infinity. So ample, in fact, that it seems odd and somewhat queer that while I bask in the abundance I also experience scarcity in one aspect or another.
What’s that about?!?
Sometimes it seems that the water slows down, or even stops. And if the river of life no longer flows, then what? Does that mean that I am dead? And, if so, how is it that such a turn of events could happen?
I suppose if one makes castles out of sand, then it is only a matter of time before said sand finds an eroded form that is likely to clog the waters. Yes? Change, time, and on it goes?
What becomes of the water that stops flowing? Does still water grow deep? Does it stagnate, become murky, and unpleasant? Does it at some point, in its ever-so-dynamic drive and direction, eventually spill over and find new direction?
Probably, I say. A new direction created by the spillage that moves away from the stagnation that can only feed from a toxic source. A stagnation that is no longer able to hold its own.
Unless, of course, it’s a cancer or infection or virus or some such calamity that has learned how to beat the technological and modern-day odds.
I love the river of life. So full. Of promise, and learning, and growth. Dynamic, that. If I’ve learned nothing else, I’ve learned that it is best not to spend too much time or energy fighting the current. So much wasted when focused on sustaining castles built of sand.
deorre
This food seems limitless. Of infinity. So ample, in fact, that it seems odd and somewhat queer that while I bask in the abundance I also experience scarcity in one aspect or another.
What’s that about?!?
Sometimes it seems that the water slows down, or even stops. And if the river of life no longer flows, then what? Does that mean that I am dead? And, if so, how is it that such a turn of events could happen?
I suppose if one makes castles out of sand, then it is only a matter of time before said sand finds an eroded form that is likely to clog the waters. Yes? Change, time, and on it goes?
What becomes of the water that stops flowing? Does still water grow deep? Does it stagnate, become murky, and unpleasant? Does it at some point, in its ever-so-dynamic drive and direction, eventually spill over and find new direction?
Probably, I say. A new direction created by the spillage that moves away from the stagnation that can only feed from a toxic source. A stagnation that is no longer able to hold its own.
Unless, of course, it’s a cancer or infection or virus or some such calamity that has learned how to beat the technological and modern-day odds.
I love the river of life. So full. Of promise, and learning, and growth. Dynamic, that. If I’ve learned nothing else, I’ve learned that it is best not to spend too much time or energy fighting the current. So much wasted when focused on sustaining castles built of sand.
deorre
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Comment by Lilla
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I loved the rich use of metaphor in this piece. So true what you're saying.
Lilla...
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A random thought...
It seems a common belief that the point of life is to be an experience junkie -- attempting to have as many experiences as possible.
But I also think of those artists who will spend weeks sketching an object over and over, trying to penetrate the mystery of it, seeing it in different lights.
I think that if you look at things in the right way, there's a surprising amount of interest you can take from them. English grad students might read books slower, not faster -- because they're more awake to what's there.
And given this sort of richness to extract from things, and given the number of objects and experiences in the world, I think the river of experience is effectively unlimited -- as far as our finite lifetimes are concerned...
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