How does one know when they are learning a thing for the very first time versus remembering a thing they’ve forgotten? Why is it such that life seems so unfair when we look at those who “have” and those who “have not?”. Is there rhyme to the rhythm or reason to the riddle of this anxious existence?
Life is an ocean and its waves the opportunities we paddle out to meet. Life is a dance of epic proportions, a romance of infinite depth strung out over a multiverse of quantum collisions. Life is a whisper, a wink and a node across the immeasurable expanse that exists in a moment unique solely to perception; the only permanence. Our purpose is found not in the crescendo of the beginning note or the decrescendo of its thinning decay, but in the melody connecting the two between: the ebb and flow, the rise and fall, the crests and troughs, the peaks and valleys that make an ungraspable reality everything about a moment, a journey. It is why the poor and the rich among us all must wake to the day, to our part in delivering compassion to a Universe that is a jealous lover, a reality that cannot be divorced or turned away. We are here to dance, to embody the moment that is void of permanence and physical measure: the space in which fingertips meet in touch, the point at which two souls fall in love, the moment in which the spark of life quickens the human heart into the rhythm of perpetual motion. Life is a call to join the dance.
And so nothing will be known that is not known by the knower, the perfection of life is in the fortunate mishaps brandished in brilliant displays of acceptance of the self and the righteous acts of unobserved selflessness, humanity’s eye. We are the fourth dimension, the observance of each other is the manifestation of space-time and it is ours alone to command. For the greatest gift is not the promise of victory, but the opportunity of failure and the salvation of forgiveness. In a Universe so perfectly struck as immense in its placement in the heavens above we have been given its most perfect gift; imperfection.
So rejoice in your shortcomings, skip into your follies with childish glee and smile through the tears of joy at your infinite grace. Pull no punches when asking this Universe for your hearts desires; get your back up off the wall and step into the techno neon Jacuzzi called life! For more than anything, we cannot demand that the mountain move at our command, rather we woo the Earth into a two-step in our direction. Because true love bends not by force, but by the will of choosing to give freely of self with all knowledge and without expectation before the other.
From dust WE are everything! Be blessed, be watchful and be kind.
Friday MacArthur
