Too Distant to Feel the Real Sting

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humanity / thoughts / words

It is easy for the mind to wander, letting go like the seed of a dandelion. Its movements slow and random; happy; light on its feet like a ballerina. Our thoughts like clouds full of holes and punctured by the condensed needles of airplanes. Lives happening at 10,000 feet, with smiling flight attendants and real napkins. Up, up and away. Unable to see from that distance, but vaguely aware that below is a universe of traffic jams, morning coffees, love affairs, emergencies. Of skinned knees and last breaths.

Trying to make sense of it all requires us to step back; deliberately cutting strings, an elaborate trapeze act. Reasoning frays at the outer edges as a cloud slides in front of our senses; blinding; confusing. The lights below like golden arrows shooting parallel. There is no depth, only perspective, although it is unclear where the vanishing point lies.

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“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”  Miss Piggy

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