We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
The Secret Sits - Robert Frost
The World has never been as subjective as it has in the few recent months. I can change things with a mental effort, albeit a strong one - a powerful, well-weighted will. Build and destroy little universes and exorcise demons - or call them for help. Make a few more people happy by stepping down from seeing my own good as the ultimate value. Stepping down almost completely, as a matter of fact.
It has never been so real either. Call it a dream, call it wakefulness: I act upon the Reality - adapting and fitting its pieces together. Making a few more people involved by translating words into actions. Creating experiences through things one might touch, or walk upon, or stay within. Some would then keep the memories for the rest of their lifes.
Distance, proximity. Analysis, intuition. All as one.
Then comes a glimpse of light, a look of understanding, a word - and a mental connection breaks in. The fortress has been shaken. Even though I know the questions to come and the answers to be given, and can see the beauty and the sadness of the probable futures, they are impossible to avoid. An action is an action. No action is an action. Subjective or real - I live through it, as little or as much as the people around me do.
Having hidden behind a pile of poetic metaphors and careful punctuation, I enquire myself. Now that you have read the meaning behind, I enquire you.
August 31, 2010