Enigmas Get Embarrassing

Idaho Wilderness
Sept. 14

Writing about the same enigmas over and over again was getting
embarrassing. Why did I always find myself asking unanswerable
questions? If I didn’t ask these questions, though, I would feel out
of touch and guilty. My creativity was failing. I might even be
losing it altogether. Life would be pathetic without a quest for
something! Stagnation was poisoning my energies, but I didn’t
want to change anything. It would be too much hassle. Apathy
had soured my innocence. Beware of taking too many things for granted!

At least I was grateful for my perch on this overlook. I had found a
beautiful spot to muse and reflect. I was being teased by the soothing
murmurs of the creek below. This time the creek taught me that everything
had to be recreated and re-affirmed—just to experience the loss. No
thing could ever be mine, — borrowed or blue perhaps, but not really
mine. The creek still spoke of the “path of least resistance,” but
today that message came with a slightly different bent. Substance came
from action, not rhetoric. The creek’s mantra “less is more,” now came
with the chorus “less is more, but only after the more.” The creek
found its own direction.

Up here in the canyon my thoughts had wandered as I had hoped they
would. Perhaps now I would appreciate my nausea more, or, perhaps I
would recognize it less. Time would tell on that one. All I really
knew, however, was that I would be the sole beneficiary of whatever
came to pass.


About bwinwnbwi

About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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2 Responses to Enigmas Get Embarrassing

  1. eof737 says:

    Enigmas are fascinating… that is why we return… 🙂

  2. Nice piece! Keep up the daily writing! I hope we’re almost halfway through the year!!!!

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