Thursday, November 12, 2009

Write love on your arms and win a staring contest with the day.

We don't belong here forever, but our limited powers of perception are such that we are so easily deceived into thinking that this is all there is. Buildings, banks, money, vanity, void, and self-destruction. It is frightening, really. Every day is a struggle to keep focus and sanity, or at least some semblance of the latter. I suppose that everyone has a little crazy in them. Speaking of which, sometimes I wonder why people deserve to exist at all, why this planet is populated with so much idiocy and degeneration. But then, I experience a moment of true beauty and it all seems to make sense. For a few minutes, anyway.

How I long to be lost behind the veils of what we call "reality." It is very easy to become disillusioned, when all I see most every day is the physical, the mundane. Ever hear someone tell you that something you choose to do is an escape? I think that is a very useful thing, otherwise more of us would lose our minds. Want a simple way of coping? Love. Concentrate on someone else, and you can forget about the void of yourself. Otherwise known as a genius move on our Creator's part. In love, seek out the Voice that created the Universe, and His eternal mystery, and all will be well even when everything is falling apart.

Eventually we will all dwell in true reality. We are all on the long way home. Are you taking the scenic route?