15,767. THERE IS A MATCHING SERIOUSNESS

THERE IS A MATCHING 

SERIOUSNESS

As I sit by the fire this evening, 

the world outside turns white. A

snow, no different than any other,

slowly coats these vestiges of both

place and time. I have no quarrel

with that.

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Red flames  -  licks of fire, really -

raise themselves upward, as tongues

would do if they tried to escape a

heat. There is a matching seriousness

to that, however: the flames are in

themselves the fire that the tongues

are trying to escape? How can the

difference of such duality be met?

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I saw a grotesque grouping today - 

while waiting in a hospital lobby.

Of course, I was hoping not to be

told of my own sudden death, but

these two took my breath: A Santa

hat somehow sat on the head of a

'challenged' girl (well, my wife

said anyway, 'the girl is challenged'

and I said, 'Well not by me!'), and

the person she was with, obese to

an unhealthy fault, acted much the 

same. A regular tag-team game.

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I realized right then, in a room full 

of others, how I was made to love

each. Every person I meet is a glory.

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There is a matching seriousness to

this as well (and I have learned it):

To love everything, all, and all about

me, for its relationship to the whole.

It's quite simple to extend, and I

believe that time is the impulse to

go from worse to better; always an

upward arc.