Another place and time
It all comes down to this, doesn’t it? Walking through a place that is largely unknown to you. Not seeing the possibilities, nor the dangers as you do. One false move and it all comes shattering down.
Life seems that way at times.
We’re all crazy. This I know up close and personal. Just as electrical engineers spend their days trying to capture the fire of electricity, I spend my day’s working, writing, doing, all while keeping that tenuous razor edge of emotional, mental multi-sliced brain from going over the edge into something else, unknown.
Alain de Botton, the British philosopher told us that, so it must be true. See it three places on the Internet, then print it out twice; that makes it extra true. Increases the “truthiness,” maybe?
Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
Either way, we’re all swinging out there, struggling with our emotions, trying to make something of this short, but seemingly endless passage of time. Surfing between the land mines of our own mentality. It’s an infinite cycle. Sometimes the nothingness of death would appear to have an appeal — an end to the misery of aching emotional wounds.
But what foolishness that would be. Ideation is stupid. When your gone, there’s a pretty good chance you aren’t coming back.
Yes, I know; I think that we do come back. Reincarnation and all that. But another part of me doesn’t. Being of two minds isn’t always easy. The differing side coexist with each other. Each side mortal…
