Hah! Winter. Frost, ice underfoot. Cars speeding by. Emptiness, loneliness, recollections of Summer, of Spring, of company, of someone to go home to. All vacant like the season. The demonstration of emptiness that is nature. And yet, there is the power of a young woman’s smile. Spontaneously offered to an older someone too far over that line of age to matter. How that warms the heart and brings hope. At least for the moment.
Should I be surprised at this empty wasteland of Winter? With no more of those I once knew are wont to inhabit. Soon the be found of ultimately remembered. This place with bare trees and sidewalks not shoveled present a hazard to more completely embracing fonder former memories. Must I live in this cold inhospitable land of solitary existence? Or like a ghost wander off into oblivion? My thoughts about this life and the eventual comeuppance based upon the sum total of one’s actions. And the accumulation of so many oversights by fact of momentary ignorance of what was formerly so plainly observable. But equally was too close to see before that plain nose upon my own face. Now it yields the fruit of a deep inner discord by the obviousness of the former’s absence.
The moon’s light comes from the Sun. It is merely a reflection. Isn’t that Plato’s cave? The big ‘WE’ of society is firmly planted in its delusion of the everyday rationality of everyone. That is your ‘fellow’ in society who is based upon reasonable assumptions which in turn is based in the fickle currents of authority. Whether this is true or not is merely another argument of that type that has been heard time and again. Or for some with their heads in the sand, just recently come out of the blue. The observable phenomena that one notes around one seems incidental to this argument. Something that is not even noticed until something extraordinary occurs. These minor scenes are based upon the actions that seem observable about one’s self. Each a similar conclusion suggesting two different distinct entities within. One a sensation of feelings versus its opposite of acute mental awareness of being a uniquely defined self.
The way one can differentiate between the two is that feeling appear spontaneously. While the rational part of one’s awareness will try to explain them away. In most cases merely out of long habit? Yet there are other times when the ‘animal‘ is unrepentant within one’s midst and that which one claim as their selves is far distant. Or is this just a bill of goods? Some say that the entirety of the earthly experience of being alive is but mere illusion. A waking dream that serves as a mask for phantom pleasures on the behalf of more complex arcane entities? Yet one tends to believe that their own experience encompasses the entire universe? So go the snowflakes.