#3- Take a character on the journey of the mind while the character lies near death.Posted by gonzo21 on 2006.03.04 at 11:44
We are born.
These two things are universal, and there is no escaping them.
We are the sum of our experiances, and there is no escaping that either.
We exist, always and forever inside our own minds. We can pretend to escape sometimes, with sex, with drugs. Violence. Power. Sometimes, if we pretend really hard, it can be almost like we have escaped.
But we haven't.
Because we can never escape who we are.
And we all know this, deep down. No matter how much we gnaw. They say that hell is of our own creation. And this is another truth. For those who do not like themselves, there can be no escape. They will live inside themselves forever confronted by that horrible beast, that burden, their thoughts. Their demons.
Ah, but there is an escape. I hear you whisper. And we both know. There is death.
Sometimes there is something else.
There are those who walk this world who have the power to change us. The transformative power of love is an aspect of this, an expression. They walk, they shape reality. They have seen the great and secret show and they came away knowing the trick. They know the power of thoughts and words. They have caught a glimpse of the truth. The only truth there is.
And it has made them magnificent.
They shine, like beacons. And often they do not realise it, they who are full of sweetness, they are oblivious. Unaware of their richness. Drunk on love. Blinded.
They are born.
Just like you and me.
I knew one once. And now I will die too.
There is a certain poetic elegance to this that I appreciate you cannot see. It is a thing of perspective. Trust me. We all live within our own little self-contained worlds, as a wise man said, I see not the same tree you see. Everything is unique, everything is the same. This wound, that poison, this numbness. Nothing new beneath the sun?
And there is agony in that.
And darkness closes in, thick and heavy. It starts in the peripheral vision, and sweeps in through the limbs, until all you have left is the heart and mind. And you start to wonder, which will go first. Which dark oblivion will sweep you up. And fear.
Oh yes, fear.
We are born.
We know fear.
I will leave you with this. If you find somebody who has the power to transform you, don't let them go. They can't help us escape who we are, but they can help us to be at peace with ourselves. They are rare, if you are lucky, you will meet one. But you have to be lucky, most people never will meet one of them.
They have no place in this world we have wrought.
The lights go out.
(c) Simon Field, 2006.