I came into the world full of blue-eyed wonder. At least that's the way an infant seems to me now.. The world is full of wonder, and suffering, and joy, and multitudinous things. Each step I take is a wonder. It is also a step closer to the end. But I don't hold this against the stepping, or against the end. We all know this is just the way it is.. the way all nature manifests itself, grows, reproduces, and declines. These are just general categories of experience.. they have no power to determine anything. The categories are passive observers. We alone, we flesh and blood, are able to truly
live and imbue categories with meaning, these ones anyway.
Carpe Diem is not the phrase to use here. It is the sign of a male impotency, a taking by force what one does not have the ability to
embody. Rather, be seized by the day.. Dare to live!
When I was a boy I would visit my grandfather near the Lake of Bays. Behind his house a path wound its way up a hill, through a broad-leafed forest, and into an open field. In this field grew an apple tree. It has been 30 years since I was last there. The memory is faded around the edges, like an old treasure map. I can remember the tree still, and my father, and the feeling of summer warmth. I remember too my grandfather, though he has since passed away, following the swirling path of the leaves that once surrounded his home. Life is incredibly brief. It is a stroke of luck if you are able to fill it with joy and love. It is a wonder. Sometimes I can barely stand all the wonder.