Saturday, 15 September 2007

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  A Living, Breathing Possibility - Prologue

  "I know what the great cure is: it is to give up, to relinquish, to surrender, so that our little hearts may beat in unison with the great heart of the world." - Henry Miller
  

  Prologue - A Living, Breathing Possibility
  A story told in 7 parts

  I had an interesting thought yesterday.  I was wondering to myself... what if ideals were sentient beings?  No, really... What would happen if an ideal, say for instance... "ambition" or "excellence", were to come to our physical world, and take up residence?  Maybe they'd simply take possession of someone... like you... or me?  What would that feel like for something so pure and endless to suddenly experience the weight of human constraints and the limits of our physical being?  Maybe not a practical possibility in the real world, but certainly an idea for an exercise in one's imagination.
  
  Well... it just so happens that two months ago, you had a rather profound experience you'd told me about.  You had found yourself lying in bed awake for the third night in a row, and you couldn't get back to sleep, no matter what you tried.  That was when they had made themselves known.  They didn't talk... or make a sound, but you knew they were there, and they were communicating with you.  As close as you could tell, for lack of any better word... these... things... seemed to be... "ideals"... and that wasn't all. They wanted something from you. 

  In fact, they wanted to BE you... if only for a little while.  I remember you described it in the oddest way.  You shifted in your chair and tilted your head and said that this was the weirdest thing you'd ever experienced in your life, but that you swore it really happened. 

  While you knew these things were "ideals", you couldn't quite tell which ideals they actually were.  Was that one "love"... was this one "wisdom"... perhaps this other one was... you didn't know, maybe... "friendship"?  Why were they even here?  You couldn't fathom.  All you could make out... somehow... was that they wanted to "borrow" your body for the following five days... one day for each of them.... and that they'd return it to you, no worse for wear, when they were done.  The concept seemed oddly exciting to you at the time, even though it didn't make much sense. 

  "Okay," you agreed, and at once, they all seemed to vanish.  Somehow they left you with the impression that you'd see the first of them again the following morning.  You said you remembered thinking about it a full minute afterwards.  You'd looked at the clock, and saw that it read 11:59 pm.  For some time after, that was the last thing you'd remembered from that stretch of five days, but gradually it all came back to you, like a lost memory from some past life.  It had all been triggered by that note they'd left you, thanking you for the opportunity you gave them, and describing to you what each of them had done.

  To Be Continued...
  Originally posted: Tuesday, January 09, 2007

  Angel - Sarah McLachlan

  Spend all your time waiting
  For that second chance
  For a break that would make it okay
  There’s always one reason
  To feel not good enough
  And it’s hard at the end of the day
  I need some distraction
  Oh beautiful release
  Memory seeps from my veins
  Let me be empty
  And weightless and maybe
  I’ll find some peace tonight...

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