We are learning rapidly that there is no “away” to throw things – whether it is nuclear waste, mounds of plastic…or human beings we don’t know how to deal with. We have to learn, somehow, to deal with it all.
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
Everyone unravels just a bit in the dark.
Arachne’s Song, Dyonisis
I am sure, that this moment of white hot faith, was meant for giving people a head start to become more.
(The original quote is not linkable, because it was something said in chat. Sorry.)
Faith can be a sickle too, and it can cut the vines that continuously impede my growth and suffocate. There is much work to do in tending such a seed. Cleaning, weeding, pest control, over extending metaphor control. But it is very worth the work to tend such a perfect and beautiful potential.
There’s no such thing as a god for beginners.
—Stephy (on a thread on a forum)
(sometimes I think the road to proverbial hell is paved with expectations, not intentions)