Lust Reaper's blog: "The SRoscope"

Words. They are a tool we use to describe because we have no more effective way to share, to portray, to illustrate. Wether it is an idea, an event, an emotion, an object.

I find that evolved as they may be, as much as we have created intricate ones to describe, they are cannot even begin to decribe something, anything in its entirety.

Since time is a finite resource, and to truly describe anything, even as simple as a rock, we would need ages, we simplify.

And thus in repetition, lessen whatever it is we describe , until it becomes but a shell, a tiny fracture, of what it really is.

That may be a small sacrifice, or loss when it applies to ,say, a rock. Or a chair.

But what about love? Hate? Loss?Joy?. Whole sonnets, Whole libraries cannot begin to illustrate these. So too much dependance on them blinds us to what things really are. They deafen us to the enormity of a feeling or an idea.

Can you distill and orgasm into a paragraph? The first kiss into a sentence. Love into a word?

No we cannot. And its only experiencing them that reawakens us to how enormous, how awe inspiring, how intense things can be.

It is simply amazing, how a second a minute can stretch, and deepen until, it seems like, time is frozen.

How a kiss can contain within it the promise, and yearning, of a lifetime. How sadness, can broaden, to such size than it feels like the whole world is erased before it, rendering the whole of creation insubstantial, like a dream.

We toil, in the mundane, we struggle in the banal. Our sight fading more and more every day, until, a word, a voice, a look explodes across our senses and cuts right through us.

The world, changes in a split second. We awake, and soar or fall. Yet, irrespective of if this leads us into an abyss of sadness so great it seems the world is drained of every last smidgeon of color. Or we erupt into a cosmos soaring so high it seems our mind cannot handle the enormity of joy and pleasure we are in. It is good either way, because we are living with all of ourself. Every cell, Every fiber of our being is alive! it's singing, moaning, to the very depth of our core.

If that is not the goal of Life, to embrace those moments completely, and consume every last of it, then I do not know what is.

The gift of living is having the ability to experience that. Good or bad, high or low.

That is my humble opinion.