4:41pm July 10, 2014

There are things….

In the world. In the experience of being alive. That are so profoundly real. That, once encountered, will assure that you know what it is to suddenly perceive three dimensions from the vantage point of two. To become aware of a fourth primary color. Or to hear a song in your mind that has always existed, even if you were never cognizant of it until that moment.

The tricky part, for most people, about these things is the fact that they tend to become invisible if you consider them too deliberately. They evaporate, or seem to do so, upon close examination. Trying to describe them in words will leave you with nothing but a handful of words, and trying to touch them with hands or feet or face will leave you grasping fitfully at empty air, pushing your skin against naught but wind and echoes.

These things are not weak. They are not insubstantial. They are, in fact, some of the strongest and most critical pieces of reality that exist. And they reside in the realm where all of us do, on some level, at the core of whatever it is we are that cannot be destroyed, not by sickness or pain or even by death.