ruby.monkey
Twinkle
Last evening I stood on the footbridge above a river, just as countless others have done. As I gazed out at the water, I thought of tiny fish, and of their eyes on me as they wavered like little ghosts below. I lingered, perhaps too long, and let my eyes drift shut; I listened to birds and filled my lungs with the cooling air, until I could take in no more.
I’ve walked this bridge at least a hundred times this year, and I’ve found nothing new. If nothing else, I’ve found comfort in the lapping waves and in their consistency, and been grateful for it. But after that long, halting breath, I finally glimpsed the truth of this place — a startling, mythic depth I wasn’t ready to perceive before.
My friend, we’re growing old, but it’s not too late. We have to leave our ragged philosophies behind; they will never get us where we’re meant to go. We have to loosen our grasp on what we think we understand. There is another world right here within this one, even more profound; and the veil between the two, in certain places, wears thin.
There is no shame in the pursuit of reason — but there is delight in being found at its edge, if we can but take ourselves a little less seriously. I am forever changed.
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