They are only words.
The Eskimos have 20,000 words for snow (or is it 21,000?)
Let's place two ideas on the page. On one side,love. On the other, everything else, the Cosmic Gossip.
Energy, (Love?) the spinning flywheel of spirit, is ever-present.
Should we quantify/qualify this phenomenon: energy separated by Duality, Good/Evil, Light/Darkness, or is energy universal, simply manipulated by words and reason? Does it stand alone or seek connection?
“Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.”
Do lilies…love?
Can it be possible we are forged from different energy than other life forms?
“What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?”
There is so much chatter, so little communication. The Cosmic Gossip has its place, but it is, after all, just talk. It cannot usurp the energy firing the kiln. Evolution has equipped humanity with reason and ingenuity, but is love evolutionary?
Why does the artist create? Did cave dwellers paint pictures just to leave their mark?
Consider: Energy is universal. Love is energy. Love seeks connection.
The artist creates an image, not of simply being alive, but of life itself, an affirmation that love is greater than gossip. Art is a gift, a miraculous human experience, which, when successful, transcends the mechanical conversations of evolution to reach a greater understanding of spirit.
How many words do Eskimos have for Love?
TMD
Conversation
I spoke to a friend
About you
Pleading the case
Of a seemingly desultory
Life
They asked me why
I feel the need to defend you
Why
I’m so captivated
With your moribund fascination
Of backyard fences
Why you crave connection
the need to be understood
I told them
For a moment
Just for a moment
I thought you were God.
-Sean Reynolds
