An interesting, if implausible, look at the possibilities of life's journey.
One of the problems with this idealized look at how we are shaped into who and what we are is the assumption that ALL of the boulders are illusionary; that we all exist as trees standing alone on some transcendental flood plain where the necessity of reaching and stretching around the primordial forest, the towering mountains, and the choking vines that surround us to gain some small bit of much needed sunlight are merely untrue mental and spiritual impedimentations thrust upon us.
The fact is, the seed from which each of us sprout is fated to grow in the ground from which we are sown. While it is true, some of us do perchance to have been sown in pockets of fertile, rock-less, sun drenched clearings where roots can push past the pebbles of uncertainty or consciously decide to power through them, heaving them to the side in our zeal for propriety, even those blessed saplings have a side, north or south, where the empowering sun's face shall never shine. And, as they grow in height and girth, so too does that barren, lop-sided angle of blossom-less, leafless, jaunting dead branches barely visible beneath the canopy of healthy growth seen by others when viewed from afar off.
And those are the EXTREMELY fortunate.
I'm sorry to disagree with your viewpoint so completely and thoroughly, but...
The realities of existence are, by definition, not illusions. And, those realities, whether perceived or not, extend deep into the ethereal and unseen realm of the mental and the spiritual.
If I am wrong, I do apologize. And with that apology I ask one simple request... Could you please go to Haiti and remind all those suffering there that the houses which have pinned them to the ground, the maddening thirst, the pangs of hunger, and the despair over the hideous loss of their loved ones is all but an illusion that they have placed before themselves or allowed the world to place before them?
Show them that their darkened, frightful, selfish feelings are just wisps of smoke that they can fan away at any time they so choose to.
Daniel Harris Blacke |
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