It is lunchtime here at work, and I am passing the time clicking and clacking on these keys and listening to “Black Holes and Revelations” by MUSE which I highly recommend. Today is busy but uneventful, it’s a very white bread day, filling, but lacking sustenance and sustain. I’m a bit under the weather, the pain in my throat does not seem to be getting better, it’s my own fault I suppose for not resting my voice properly but after 11 days it begins to concern me ever so slightly. I trust that all will be well though.

Well what to say on this blustery Wednesday afternoon. What percolates and perambulates in this pernicious pocket of postulation and prose? Hmmm… Perhaps I have nothing, perhaps not. We will see what comes…

It seems I am never at a lack of things to think about, there are days I feel like my mind is a veritable Council of Nicea, full of pomp and debate and the decisions that will change the world. Sometimes my mind is a polar place and I listen as my light debates my dark, this is the easiest of inner dialogues, it’s much cut and dry, A little black and white and a whole lotta gray. But sometimes the poles splinter and produce a prismatic myriad of competing strategies, theorems, and postulations. Then it’s all Technicolor and complication and I have a hard time keeping up sometimes as all my inner facets go to war with one another searching for the reason, the reckoning, and the end of all questions. Alas there is no such thing. Though I look and look that most elusive philosopher’s stone lies ever out of reach and always will, I will never achieve that true enlightenment, that watershed moment where all falls into place and the mysteries of the world seem as the puzzles of small children to the open mind tapped now into the heart of God. And yet I reach, I strain; my finger nails slide and break on waxed tile that offers me no grip. I am merely a mortal, and I have not learned the secret name of God. I realize this is why people give up so often, this is why people content themselves in their little virtual bio domes and stop reaching for that unattainable betterment of mankind that unattainable bit of knowledge that changes the world. One could hardly blame them, after all it is a battle never truly won, each victory taken merely a pyrrhic one.

So why do some people continue to stand in the ocean shallows and attempt to direct the tide. Is it hubris, or merely a messianic complex that drives us? I do not know. I only know that I stand not alone, and I wish for more company, we all do. I suppose that is the new theory that is the new hypothesis to be proven. If I cannot direct the tide, perhaps you and I can, perhaps we can do it as a team. Two heads and all that rot. So come along won’t you, stand in the shallows with me and scream at the top of your lungs, tell Poseidon that he holds sway here no longer, that we all shall be the masters of our own seas, the envy of mariners and the idols of epic poems. Yes hubris… that MUST be it.

These shoes don’t fit me I’m afraid. They never have and they never will, but I’ve walking to do, and they are all I have. I beckon and encourage to the pilgrims along the road, come with me I say, we will find what we are looking for, it’s just over the next hill. They think I know what I’m doing, hear me pilgrim, I do not know where I’m going and I can scarcely tell you where you are going. But I walk along with purpose, and I suppose that is better than aimless meandering. So come along, we shall keep each other company along the way. We may never find that far off place but perhaps we can make enough show of it to find a place all our own somewhere down the road. Where friends and family and people of noble souls come to greet us and offer us lodging and fresh breads and cheeses and the most delectable wine.

What is the purpose of these meanderings? I suppose I wish to stimulate thought in you dear pilgrim, to make you think about your own road and where it is going, where you wish it to go, and how long it can be. I am a great encourager of self reflection and I ask you to do that now. Ask yourself what is the mark you leave behind, who will you be remembered as, what will your legacy be, and how have you improved the state of man? Hard questions with elusive answers this I know all too truly. So why to I ask, in the hopes you will think about it. In the hopes you will unlock some fires in your belly that will burn inside you and drive you to get out and do something. I’m not an old hippy, I know how insurmountable a task changing the world is and how nearly total the rate of failure is, but it must be tried, it must be fought for, and if we all take up the charge then we shall overcome. We will be better for the walk with purpose.

Think about it, let it stew, let it boil, and let it boil over. Let the dam burst and drown this one horse town and everyone in it in the deluge of change and enlightenment, of peace and goodwill. Be a role model, be something to aspire to, be the catalyst, be the muse, be the wheels of change, be the orater, be the preacher, be the madman on the street corner screaming the end of the world, be the raging protestor, be the soapbox jockey, be the pompous pundit, be whatever you wish only be not silent, be not cowed by this world, be not conformed to the icons of vice, be not anything that THEY want you to be, be what you want to be, be what you want the world to be reflected as, be what you are and nothing more, but be it as loudly as you can, let them all know that here is a soul that will not be broken, here is a horse that will not be saddled, here is a ideal that will not die, here is a moment of clarity stretched out into eternity, here is one voice that you will not silence. So hear this now…

*Hands over the mic*

Go for it.

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