It is there. Just a whisper. Then it is gone. Did I imagine it? Did it emanate from somewhere inside me? Or is it real? Is it out there? I touch it lightly to see whether it has substance.
I play its nuances to see whether there is anything to confirm or deny its existence. No, there is no substantiating fact; no definitive moment; no objective event.
Then I wonder.... does it matter? Would it be ok for me to pretend? It brings me joy; releases my spirit; gives me wings. What dangers, then?
The danger, silly child, is to hold close a tendril of imagination, only to have it doused in the cold light of reality on any dawning morning.
I play its nuances to see whether there is anything to confirm or deny its existence. No, there is no substantiating fact; no definitive moment; no objective event.
Then I wonder.... does it matter? Would it be ok for me to pretend? It brings me joy; releases my spirit; gives me wings. What dangers, then?
The danger, silly child, is to hold close a tendril of imagination, only to have it doused in the cold light of reality on any dawning morning.
I enjoy reading your blog. Is my vision going down or is the print getting smaller? Carry on your good work, but please enlarge the font :)
ReplyDeleteFrom a very willing reader.