Ray
says I can’t write about reality.
He
is right though, it always gets me into trouble.
So
I’ll change things and use metaphor or disguise to protect myself.
Or
maybe I’m protecting the innocent like that quote, the names have been changed
to protect the innocent
I
was wrestling with text. The kind
of text that makes you turn it around like a rock you just picked up and you
want to see what is on the underside.
But
the underside is that part of your brain, your emotions, where you know you
shouldn’t go
It’s
not safe there
Woundings
happen, blood gets spilt, and tears flow
But
really not by some thug, you do it to yourself.
Over
and over you turn the rock and sure enough, there is that stinging worm,
But
you cannot help youself,
You
have to poke it.
And
what happens when the worm responds?
I
recoil. Gasp! Why me? Why did the response come my way? I
whimper.
I
feel targeted and alone. I
want to throw the rock.
And
a tantrum.
But
I steadymyself.
Is
the worm’s response inordinate?
I
mean, I did pick the rock up. I
did poke around.
I
disturbed the natural environment.
What
is my best approach?
Continue
with the desired tantrum?
Or
return the rock and restore balance, demonstrating my
Value
for the worm’s order?
I
choose to yield to the worm, the rock, and to a greater good.
It
really is better to stay out of the underside too much or for too long. Maintain a healthy respect for it and
its order but don’t disrupt and don’t try to overly your order atop.
A
force bigger than you and me is in control.
