In The Still Of The Night - IV

While the ebb and flow of the tides are without question perhaps looking beyond the veil is. An inquisitive mind wants answers, it always does and yet the unbridled understanding which projects way beyond the tv screen determines that this is not all there is. There is something more.

Like a lost child in the wilderness we weave our way this way and that, hoping that our way forward reveals that which we have already agreed upon not to 'see'. There is the notion that our life is but a contract previously embraced and running it's little legs in circles around us day in and day out. Are we captivated or is the programming running it's self out¹.

Destiny and fate are but words upon the screeching chalkboard as we claw our way in whatever way we find ourselves 'going'. Ever onward comes the cry of purpose.

It's amazing the amount of cope that is brought into bear. Our 'difficulties' are but another season flickering in the light of our attention upon the tv screen we call life plumbing the depths of which are strangely relegated to the sidelines. Who cares about revelation when there is something right before our very eye in which we must partake. Is not life for the living.

It all just makes me laugh.