How do wolves sense prey from miles and miles away? How do birds know where to fly when the weather cools? There is an undercurrent of knowledge that sits below consciousness. We grant it a mystical quality because it’s not immediately available to us. It sits latent, in equilibrium. It’s sand through our fingers but sand nevertheless. When we manifest something, we suspect it’s something like a witch’s brew, but really it’s been there all along. We strip, instead of add. We focus and eliminate doubt, freeing it to surface. It’s quite impossible to accurately describe or predict, but tell me you doubt it’s there. You don’t. You somehow know. Feeling is enough.
Category: Death
We await things that are to come. Vacations. Wealth. Time off. Love. Freedom. We push them out into some far away land, just at the tip of mind’s horizon. We willingly sacrifice the present and overlay it with a mirage of the future. We take what we believe are guaranteed steps towards a not quite inevitable, but probable, place in time a little beyond now. We scream when life shows us how little control we have. Every lesson from the dying is the same: you only have now.