Have you ever seen the world go purple through the window? Or clouds break back against gold birthed black traced like little goat kids diving hoof first out from within their mothers? Have you ever truly questioned the definition of every word steaming up in piles from the dinner plate?
Have you ever quit, truly just given up, stopped, done, dead, and then picked up your pack and kept walking because you actually had no other option? Measured just how much effort goes into something as reductive as quitting. Or quit, and been better off for it.
There is no single answer.
There are no rhetorical questions.
We, our species, humanity, not one of us, or two, or a group of people, or a nation, or a few, invented language. It is our one real magic. And without our belief and understanding, there is no such thing as tragic.
Have you ever been on top of a mountain in a lightning storm, and not been able to wipe the smile from your face? It is exhilarating, being debilitated, and forced to accept the humble stature you maintain as your soul’s sole weapon against giants.
There really are purple mountains draped in footprints like majesty.
The definitions of all words fall terribly short of one. Love. How could you.
Why would you. What is truth. What is that thing on the other side of it.
These are not unanswerable questions.
But they keep getting asked by people who never sought these lessons.
They ask them for the simple sake of making others believe they are fake.
I have seen things you would not believe, I know, because you already don’t.
Nobody seems to believe that what I am doing here in my journal is far more than a hobby, or a habit, or a gift, or desire.
I’ve spent lifetimes conjuring answers to questions like what is love, is there a God, why is life the way it is, what is the purpose of all of this, and more so, stating them clearly, simply, in common vernacular with mildly artistic embroidery. So ask me. So that I can finally answer my big question. Who am I. And I will tell you.
That while you are alive, no matter how many answers you find,
there will always be at least one more left to write.