A bird sails through the sky.
A boat flies across the water.
What might sound like a quaint substitution to express a feeling over reality is not as far from the truth as you might think. “But a bird flies,” you say, “a boat sails.” To which I respond that ice is cold and steam is hot. True when you take it at face value. The blank expressions and lack of follow up indicates to me how much value has been placed on the face: most, if not all. My gut reaction is that they refuse to see what is right in front of them, but a brief hesitation reminds me that they see only what is right in front of them. A boat cannot be a bird, it has no wings. A bird cannot be a boat, it has no sails. A boat cannot be a bird, it has no soul. Oh how my soul aches for thee.
There was a day when I wanted to be a pilot. To soar not among the clouds, but the stars. But one must crawl before they run and the clouds sit below the stars so, taking it at face value, I vowed to fly among the clouds. And those days may yet come to pass. But should they not, I will still have soared. For you see, dear friends, ice is not just cold because it is frozen, and steam is not just hot because it scalds. Reach beyond the feeling to the rigid, unfeeling, emotionless laws that underlie these phenomena. For it is again our perception that tells us that these laws are rigid, unfeeling and emotionless. Reach beyond this and you will find, not an emotionless rigidness, but the beauty that binds us all together.
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, adieu.
We might try to sail away. But how far will we get?
Infinitely Expanding 