What I Wish
by Jacob Cole on May.22, 2010, under - Show All Posts
Death is a woven sphere that with every breath cinches tighter around our enveloped dreams. I feel as if writing offers me a privileged glimpse into the empty vastness lying past the event horizon nonexistence. Some years from now, as I lie quietly, wizened and ancient, I will finally realize what I truly wish. For now I have only a guess, a tentatively bold beginning:
I wish to stride softly in the crystalline crispness of the midnight sun, to inhale the mist-breath of the green stone Andes, to clutch raw the glacier-fire of the earth in my ungloved fingers. I wish for the cabin far away, for the sheet-fresh snow about my moccasins, for the blanket smoothness of a world pure, a present clean from the footprints of bias. I hearken to the wind and the conch shell song of the open water, the silent siren of peace between the thundering swells.
Sources of inspiration include:
http://abstrusegoose.com/51 (http://abstrusegoose.com/strips/936_little_blobs.PNG)
http://abstrusegoose.com/142 (http://abstrusegoose.com/strips/life_path_integral.PNG)
“Radiance, consonance, integrity” -the qualities that comprise art (paraphrased), James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist As a Young Man
