When a movie results in a box office disaster, what good can come of it? Did it make sounds? What sounds did it make? When a disaster fails to complete, there must be a following, right? When the disaster goes on Broadway, there must be something to it. And so it goes. Judgements by the few of concepts unfamiliar leave value wanting. Golden sounds find their way to diverse ears before mystic thoughts evolve into evolving minds.
It seems that exceptional people bear exceptional people…but not always. Ancestors surviving the holocaust bequeath perseverance. Those thrust into history’s notes yield notoriety. The credentialed expect more from their offspring. But nothing prepares a child for all that the world holds in store. The past may not be through with progeny, but the future keeps secret the journey for those young. Even the best preparation fails to ensure one’s path or one’s end.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Life’s journey, with sandwiches with young friends, with thoughtless expectations, with foundering beliefs, leads here. Notes written in despair. Memories clouded by years. Limitation only now acknowledged. The proof may be in the pudding, pudding being destiny and destiny out of view. Take me away but leave the best. Please Mr. please. Don’t let that good stop with one or two. Let it go on…and on.
Bless those who can ignore the present and block the past, for they might live without true suffering until the end. Abuse may make one build strong walls for survival but they must come down when the threat dies. But they don’t. They won’t. Childhood mechanisms grow into adult aberrations which stunt emotional and spiritual growth. When becomes it too late to violently tear down the walls? Listen to yourself.
