Everything connects at a level where
time, if it exists, is more like a friend in a correspondence waiting to know
your thoughts. How will I communicate
these thoughts? Who will listen?
I know that I exist through the
telling. This journey is one way to
bring it all together. I want to
communicate in wholeness yet I’m often left with only fragments. Writing is a way to re-member, to fish the
deeps, to bring what must come up to the surface. It’s a way to hook up with the soul, as
Psyche is sometimes known. As she
resides in the developing stage of her being she is the chrysalis-fish waiting
to sprout wings or waiting to raise hell and take the deeps with her to the
surface world. When Psyche speaks to me
in my dreams, I listen.
It’s like she’s saying, “Drop me a line.” Drop her a line and if you listen good,
she’ll hook you up to something really cool.
So let out the microphone lines and get connected.
After all, I think that’s what there
is besides space and time. The need, and
deed, to create, to connect to the really deep places. To communicate. To show how the world belongs to you and how
you belong to the world. How you and the
world merge. To express yourself, which
is as much a part of the world as the world is a part of you, is to express the
world through your use of space and time.
Rather than feeling fragmented, which I have often felt, I can use my
time to create. And in this creation blend with the tale. As you would being a part of the whole - like
a piece of the hologram, broken off, but no longer a fragment only a piece of
the whole. Light caught on photographic
material or time trapped in amber. What
is the difference? In the end we tell
the tale whether deliberately or not.
Maybe the tale tells us. Maybe
it’s like that kid’s game and the last one in is a rotten egg.
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