We scrape by, we struggle and we doubt,
Forced into confrontation with whatever we've
Long accepted as Truth. Reality comes at us
Fast and flying-glass-sharp, an unavoidable
Head-on collision, unexpected and surprising,
Startling, shocking, defying all preconceptions
And established systems of comprehension, our
Passive, rock-steady coping mechanisms. Leaves
Us standing there like headlight deer foolishly
Staring down the barrel of socially-imposed
Prejudice and myth, and we've no alternative
At last but to transcend new thresholds if we
Hope to grow, or merely to go on living. With no
Time left to think, we leap beyond the bounds
Of the established syntax that chains our minds to
Hoary old perspectives and build a new way of
Explaining the inexplicable. The veil is rent, and
Arcane new truth's precipitously revealed.
Very elegant and inspired.
ReplyDelete"The veil is rent and Arcane new truth's precipitously revealed"- indeed. I loved the deer and road-kill imagery. I almost wanted you to elaborate more, about the deer that dares to cross the road that is lacerated by light-speed cars speeding by with a terrifying swish of existential trepidations. On and on but the deer takes the leap of faith. Still, amazing imagery. Fast and flying-glass-sharp- a very fitting way to describe truth, truly it is.
truth is never what you think it's going to be, and it never finally is; anytime i use words like 'truth' or 'real' or 'reality' you should see all the warning lights on your instrument panel start blinking furiously. human beings rarely dare leaps of faith until every last option has been exhausted; human beings (i include myself) are usually unwitting somnambulist zombies being struck randomly and relentlessly repeatedly by unexpected truths that society, with its lullabyes piped into every elevator and shopping mall, never prepares you for. veils, curtains, drapes, smoke, mirrors, and the myths of superheroes and utopian societies to protect us from fears of a wilderness where there (may) be dragons, conveniently ignoring the reptilian stench all around us.
ReplyDeleteyou don't negotiate with rapids, tumors, or terrorists.
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