So I went to the hardware store today to buy a tiny little screw like the ones I needed to repair a set of window shade brackets. The brackets were originally fastened to the window frames with tiny little nails and the nails came loose over time, so I thought I’d fix them. I’m that kind of guy. I thought the screws would hold more securely than the nails and if I used screws I wouldn’t have to mess with the brackets again and the window shades would work better and I like to make improvements when I can. I’m that kind of guy. I wanted to find a little plastic packet of screws in the hardware store. You’ve seen them, a dozen or so of anything in a bag on display and there’d be a price and I’d pay for not too many screws like I wanted for not […]
MIA
They left me for dead. Wounded. Blood. Everywhere. My own. It scared them. They ran. Good. Let them. I lay. Crawled. Gripped the dirt and pulled up on rocks to crawl up to the next. Pain so great so much like God it became a friend. I talked to it. Spit my name. More blood came. Then the answer. Death gave up. I stood. I walked. I ran. I flew. I lived. Now they fear me. They always did. Spirit now. Flesh and blood no more. All gone. Invisible. Indivisible. Invincible. I’d be scared too if I were them. ƒ
Inevitability
A man must believe in more than death or dying. What might that one thing be? Love, of course, inevitably. The fountainhead from which all life flows or otherwise what flows is mere vanity or nothing into nothing and doomed to nothing more save its own reflection which repeatedly is nothing at all. Love gives life and only life gives eternity. ƒ
Hour Glass
Stare at Death. Go ahead. Face it. Look deep and watch the reflection and the sand. See how they flow together in a heap all by themselves ever downward, dissipating and irretrievable. Unless and this is all in all, you reach out and turn it over, the whole device and all its contents. As and in so far as life remains within you, that elegant fluidity both liquid and solid and spirit you take hold and resurrect the finite portion you are given over and over not in futility but triumph, not in resignation but revolution as the earth revolves around the sun and the sun burns out and you become the star. ƒ