Where there is a beginning, there is an end. The universe is set in an infinite balance; uneven but even, unequal yet equal…like a web. Stars hang in the distance in their own peculiar pattern, like ice drops in the daylight, frozen as they fall; disordered but ordered…in a web. Trees stand in their own specific fashion, with vines grouping like the veins that run to the human heart; elaborate but plain…like a web.
It was a friendship solidified by time and born out of the circumstances, of place, of destiny, of complexion and plight. They fought the same fight, even if they had not yet known it. It was a brotherhood. Who discussed the stars and trees, when food had to be bought and obligations paid? Who meditated upon the intricacies of the universe, when jail or death was just one wrong turn away? It was a matter of survival. It was a matter of making one’s way in a predatory world. Their paths crisscrossed like a web.
It was a friendship burdened by its own environment with seeping toxins gnawing at the frame, miniscule like the clinging molecules in a web. It was a brotherhood. One brother can injure another, and nurture resentment in every form. One friend can love another with envy and dislike as his constant residents. Love is an object with many sides; an object of one color with different shades. Envy has strands that are deeply laid; they strengthen and stretch out like a web.
One brother will betray another and seek forgiveness to betray again. Betrayal is a brew that is bitter in its warmth. No brotherhood can rest on contaminated grounds. There has to be an ending. It is a matter of survival. It is an exercise in self-preservation. Love will not subsist on the length of time alone. Love must be bolstered, and built upon and reinforced and respected. Love must revere the sensibilities of all of its subscribers, and rejuvenate itself like a web.
Where there is a beginning, there is an end. The universe is set in an infinite balance; uneven but even, unequal yet equal…like a web. Stars hang in the distance in their own peculiar pattern, like ice drops in the daylight, frozen as they fall; disordered but ordered…in a web. Trees stand in their own specific fashion, with vines grouping like the veins that run to the human heart; elaborate but plain…like a web.
1 comment:
I'm sooooo glad you're still writing.
And yes, I will be reading, eagerly waiting for each post.
You make me want to write something remotely readable than just my daily rants....
:0)
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