Becoming

Original Post Date: June 3rd, 2009

Take my hand.

It's okay. We don't have to go anywhere today. I just want to show you.

You can't close your eyes, but you can focus your gaze. You can't sleep, but you can shut out the world. I can't tell you what to do, but I can show you what you could.

You can't fly, but you can travel somewhere entirely real.

Now take my hand.

The palm is soft, though not feminine. It is where the heart is held. The fingers kiss back, but don't kiss unbidden. The grip is firm. The bastard knows what he's doing.

Now you have to jump. You have to dissolve mantras and advertising slogans into puddles of alphagetti. Their words must not be given the same weight as true nutrition here! You have to grip faith as your shield and trust that it will hold. An unindulgent mind will let only its enemies through the gates of Eden. And you have to let go of all the things that you know and hold dear. That knowledge will find its own way back to you, without doubt; don't worry.

Lastly, I have a subtle hope, that you have the courage to bring your soul with you. Naked.

JUMP!

To be continued...