Wednesday, 07 December 2005

• There is first a beginning, then there is an end.

  You are standing in your room in the late afternoon, looking at your reflection even though the lights are off.  You have arrived, and already you are planning your departure: the highest marks, the brightest eye.  You measure your shape unconsciously, but all you see is where you were in the excitement of arrival, and where you will one day be, because your muscles are strong and you would swim through the snow if you had to.  Oh, you would.

  First there is a step, then a destination.

  I did nothing but stare.  Preparation is not good enough, I thought.  I will not remember this moment, no matter what I do or how I try.  This moment, I thought, is unimportant, is irrelevant, cannot affect that which is me.  It is the forgotten domino--all that is, that truly is, has already happened or one day will, and this moment is the empty calorie that keeps me awake from epoch to epoch.

  A glance, then a consummation.

  We will stand before the mirror in the late afternoon, lights off, looking at each other without its aid.  We will spend the vast majority of our energy on the ordinary minutes between the genesis and the millenium.  We will understand that each is an end unto itself, and we will show each other what is good.

  Oh, we will.

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