We talk a great deal about connectivity, finding the common ground and forming a link with another, another individual, another group, another city, state, country, religion, philosophy -another in a sea of others and there are times when I wonder if we are more connected through our disconnectedness than anything else...

We do not wander anymore as a species.
We have bought into the notion that being alone is the same as being lonely.
We convince ourselves that being needed is more noble and more appealing than being wanted.
We have trained our eyes to only focus on the glaringly obvious -everything else we see through hazy filters.
We don't see that it isn't cities that have souls, but souls that have cities.
We think that because nobody is perfect, that is the perfect reason to be a nobody.
We are startlingly unoriginal in our sins.
We have made ourselves afraid of colour.
We proclaim that relationships are work, that love should be unconditional, that life is suffering, that our bodies are flawed and our minds limited in their capacity, that things are in the hands of Fate and that our alarms didn't go off...because we can't simply admit that we failed.
We declare that we are moral, upstanding citizens - inasmuch as we've never been found guilty of a crime.

I am through with "We"

"We" shall now become "They"

And I, I shall seek the stories from stones and press my feet against the security of damp loam and my memory shall revert to sensory experience instead of riddles.

I shall leave only a ghost of me.

They will say I was a tragedy.

I will say that I was free.

01/24/2008

Author's Note: "Be born anywhere, little embryo novelist, but do not be born under the shadow of a great creed, not under the burden of original sin, not under the doom of salvation. Go out and be born among the gypsies or thieves or among happy workaday people who live in the sun and do not think about their souls." -Pearl S. Buck

Posted on 01/24/2008
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