Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Typewriter Ramble #2

THE GONZO'S FEAR & LOATHING: REFLECTIONS ONE HAS YET TO KNOW

The air is cold, as it suggests for me to continue down the path I have yet to see. Still, I must continue — the scent is drawing me in. Closer I walk as the leaves from strangled trees wave past my eyes. Silently I sing a lullaby that my mother would recite before she kissed my head. I fell asleep there as the colors stop to be what they were. They took on a whole new hue — one no person has ever seen. I was compelled to see the vibrancy at its fullest.

I only had to hope for what I thought it to be and then it would become something even I could not believe in. Yes, something that even a mother could not dream up to tell her child. That great truth we seek for out whole life, but maybe we can only find it in death?

In the silence we can hear everything that has yet to be heard — all those soft little sounds that come out of our true being. For it is screaming a scream that has never, not even once, been heard. THAT is the sad truth of it all.

Only if we could hear, truly hear, the first great truth to ever be known. Maybe the truth is already in the situation? That could be the truth and the only truth we could ever know.

3/2/2009

7 comments:

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  2. "The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel."-Neuromancer by William Gibson

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  3. You haven't written anything in forever!!!!!!!

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  4. I guess I didn't realize I had people waiting for more. I should write something soon.

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  5. Not to be a self promoting jerk, but I have two new essays up over at Typewriter Riot. They should keep you mildly entertained while you wait for Sir Salem, king of the blogs, to update his.

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  6. Oh, I might add, yes, John, I do check your blog once a day.

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