Infinite to a fault
-To be incapsulated by a glory of singular emotion so intense. For words can only imbibe the idea of what pure intensity a human can endure. Yet, the body, though designed to withstand, is not immune to this unrelenting force. This intangible goliath. Untethered from its source. A spark ignited from simple understanding. The shell form we inhabit weeps. It contorts from the very pulse of frequency birthed. It’s will, a wild single minded gravity. Capable of great creation and destruction. A fury of wrath and retribution. A flowing mist of healing empathic multiplicity. A loyalty so insatiable as to consume the very heart of a dying galaxy. Unmoving and unstoppable.
It can last for a breadth of a moment. Or endure a space of time that branches a lifespan. Fickle and absolute. Taking on many forms and adapting by mere whim. No other can match its spectrum of possibilities.
Could it be the purpose of life? Why the living exist. For without life, this miracle would be just a dream from the past.
A white light in an empty sea of void. A vacant husk without a soul. Dead; and stale.
Breathe it in. Scream it to the heavens. Share its wealth with like minded endeavor. Singular you may be. But life, what makes this happen. That is just as fleeting. For once we are gone. It will follow into extinction.-
Hope. It holds a pretty huge and vast weight doesn’t it? Some of us might not even pay it much attention. Thinking maybe that it is something momentarily filling the gap between thought and result. Some may even think it is a waist of time and effort. That things just happen without feeling such a thing. Whatever pessimism is out there in whatever form. The fact remains that while humans exist, desire and expectation will never go away.
Hope is one of those emotions that branch into so many directions. Being that linchpin, in a branching fan of possibility. Igniting hatred or love. Solidifying the impossible or toppling obstacles. I can assume you have experienced both in some degree. I have.
What happens though when hope is buried? Is it merely planted just waiting for that life giving moisture? Or can it be truly destroyed in our minds? Maybe, maybe not. I guess it depends on the mind really.
It is quite fascinating to me though. To be a part of a species, so incredibly equipped, with unimaginable potential for positive and negative feelings. That which ignites such a chaotic whirlwind of action. And at the same time, a subtle breeze of purpose.
