Heed! Did you? Turn around, STOP! What the hell were you thinking? I don't know. I just had one foot pressed on GO! I, like a whole lot of us was just getting the hell out of "Dodge. " What is "Dodge"? Obviously it is more than Clint Eastwood and Michael Landon. It's a place none of us want to be once we get there; a dusty, smothering memory, a pit of loss, a nowhere we never wanted to see once, much less revisit. Now people talkabout red flags, auras and " shoulduvknowns" like we could buy them at the corner store or at least be handed an instruction booklet on love, stupidity, STD's and driving license all in one go. Recall, your guides, your parentals or whoever's sitting you down for the low down on love? If so, you are less than 5% of the global population, (of course I made that up).I know one thing. Love has no warning sign, no colour or flag. When it hits, it hits, it is like the old adage, " a ton of bricks". There is not a damn thing you can do about it but ride along.
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtisa day ago in Humans
Comments (9)
Yes to all of this! And the brick is worth getting hit by (even if you get a bloody nose.) Great read!
Well-wrought! Love for the other is ephemeral. Love as an ongoing experience is something more harrowing, but worthwhile once one is tempered like the steel in the forge. "A rich and powerful soul not only gets over painful and even terrible losses, deprivations, robberies, and insults: it actually leaves such dark infernos in possession of still greater plenitude and power; and, what is most important of all, in possession of an increased blissfulness in love. I believe that he who has divined something of the most fundamental conditions of love, will understand Dante for having written over the door of his Inferno: 'I also am the creation of eternal love.' " -Friedrich Nietzsche
Great piece, ROCK!
Oooo, this was slammin'! Loved it so much!
Loved the poetry
Loved this ROCK. Your made up statistic reminds me of two of my favorite jokes: 50% of all statistics are made up on the spot. There are 3 kinds of liars: Liars, Damn Liars and Statisticians.
Aint it the truth!
Its fair to say the flags arent always on display!
Excellent story telling