Sunday, July 24, 2016

It's an Avatar

It's a Bird...

It's a Plane...

No, it's YOU...

The phrase "leap of faith" sounds heroic. Generally, I'm not given to leaping unless something pretty fierce is chasing me. And where faith is a consideration, I'll be honest: I've usually only chosen it when the status quo was killing me. Even then, plain old tiptoeing suited was fine.

But sometimes, a word - spoken or written - can propel us farther on the path than we'd intended on going. Especially when the words are as revolutionary as concepts get... It's difficult to estimate how much of this life would change if fear of dying left the building. Think of it.

What do we yearn for, avoid, wish to create but postpone ? How much of our days are carved into slivers and chunks of accumulating or discarding those things that, in the end, don't matter?

Perhaps in that asking, the dirt atop the answers is scraped away bit by bit. What Grimes has written here caused a bit of a rumble in an otherwise placid day. This leads me to think, to continue an odd metaphor, I'd better get a shovel.

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