One man sought out those who would challenge his view on the world. Because he knew that he could never know for certain. Another man sought out the company of those who held tight to his same view.
Beyond the far edge of all he knew, was the only place in which discovery would happen. The kind of discovery that would solve the predicaments of a life weighed down by much that is human. As is its nature, such discovery would seek him out.
I listened to the Members of the Us Community. And to myself. And to the sky above the horizon. And this is what I heard of what we want. Of what this is. Of what ‘Us’ is here for. I wrote it down as a piece entitled ‘I Want This’.
A man had lived in his imagination. Ever since he was a boy. For it was full of wonder and adventure when set against the outer world that housed his everyday life. His imagination surrounded him in light. The outer world, in a darker shade.
Four friends set out from where they stood. One went North. One East. Another South. The last one, West. Each in search of meaning. Each in search of the point of their own life …
A man clothed from a wardrobe fashioned by his own success, caught in-sight as to the route of his own undeniable journey towards awareness. A journey crowded with uncertainty, bewilderment and at times, wonder …
He knocked on the back door. Three times. As he always had. Heavily worn trouser knees. Spectacles sat at the end of an elderly nose. And eighty two well-used years under his belt. ‘Can Albert come out to play?’
Did you ever possess an adventure to call your own? One that ran through your veins like blood caught fire. Causing your heart to beat far beyond its chest.
A man looked for meaning. For his very place in life. He searched high and low. He’d often hear a whisper, calling his name from the other side of what seemed like a door …
When did you last lie still as still can be, and breathe in the stars? For they sit patiently each night, waiting for you to share the honesty of your dreams.