Thursday, January 9, 2014
reaching for the stars
Is it strange or am I imagining it -- how hard anyone might work to be in control, to be socially acceptable, to find a nook in which to ply a mental or physical trade, to be some version of sane and yet simultaneously be nudged and nagged by a desire to reach for the stars, to step away from the warming nook and chart a course that is -- from the nook's point of view -- insane?
In the night sky, the stars twinkle, but, as I understand it, the twinkling represents events that happened years ago ... that's how long it takes for the light to reach the earth. So the delight and wonder of the twinkling stars is a fantasy ... for all anyone knows, the twinkling star may no longer actually exist. In this, reaching for the stars amounts to reaching for the past and no one in a sane condition attempts to live in a past that cannot be grasped.
And yet reaching for the stars is a very human pastime.
Does anyone reaching for whatever star stop to ask, "What would you have if you had it?" What would you have if you won the lottery? What would you have if you attained enlightenment? What would you have if you actually could levitate? What would you have if you had multiple husbands or wives? What would you have if you won the Nobel prize?
Before the fact, the star twinkles and beckons and can inspire an insane effort. But once the twinkling is in hand ... well, what is it that is in hand? Before the fact, what twinkles is huge and desirable and good. But it is also unknown in its particulars ... which never stopped an overactive imagination from "just knowing" how satisfying things might be.
Twinkle, twinkle. Go for it.
And if you find out what "it" is, please let me know.