Define salvation. The mind immediately grasps for explanations of the metaphysical, recollections of the mystical, wisps of stardust and Divine refuse, ethereal trails of holy time, thoughts, visions, majestic myths. The Divine. We all have some joker in the sky to blame for our joys and our woes, existence of flesh, the theoretical residence of ghostly apparitions of self, the infamous soul. We exist to toil and amuse, and if the holy men are right, the allotted ratios are something we all have to decide in life.
Salvation implies distress, strained existence, discomfort and insistence to persist without so much as an explanation as to what we need to accomplish in our mortal state. The coil, they call it. Coil and recoil, life and death, it’s all the same meager sentiment, this jumbled mess. The debts we retain in life extend further than a grave or the confines of generations or decades, the waves of fate ever failing to respond to our devastation, our indignant rage, the demands and indictments in favor of explanation, justification for indiscriminate destruction, incessant hate. Humanity has been set ablaze, and who in God’s name are we expecting to tend to the flames?
Salvation is change, a means of relief from intolerable heat, and moaning, indefinite need, greed for desire’s sake, the sake of revisions to escape the weight of lamentable lost purity. Salvation is the culmination of dreams, the subconscious growing with ever more contempt, yet each day we rely on those depths to keep us afloat, to live in the exclusion of savagery. Many fail. Yet those dreams drive us forward, mere vessels of tendons, bones, water, delicate flesh, and self-transcending selves in need of a destination worth attaining, a justification for this retched state in which we toil and grieve and exist on the insistence of fear. Such is life, and such is us. Salvation can’t seem to come soon enough.
Oh my! I hadn’t realized that you were writing a blog again! Did you do so before and sort of… lapse? Or am I just retarded?… Hm.
What? You didn’t know Dave died either? Or are you just broken up about the Hamburglar?
Yep, I definitely lapsed. The archive history pretty much speaks for itself. I’ve been meaning to blog more, but I’ve been kind of distracted. I’m feeling this place out a bit to see if I still like it here.
Whoah, you’re all over the place there buddy! I think I get your drift though.
You say salvation is the culmination of dreams, but didn’t Lenny say “the chase is better than the catch”?
You’re very pessimistic about our time here on earth – is the value of what we do here reduced to toil and grief and fear? Or are you comparing our daily works to some greater unnamed thing? I wake up, wash my face, and go to work. What’s nobler?
So to be saved is to die. What about people who consider themselves “saved”? I figure it’s a delusion, but what kind of delusion do you think it is?
Deep. Well as for work, work is what you make of it. I’ve had jobs I loved and jobs I couldn’t stand. It can either make or break daily life.
Nice to have you back… Your writing style never ceases to impress. Keep writing.
Great Poetry! Sorry to see you haven’t kept it up. And sorry I have been so distant. Miss you and Josh and everyone. Everything is cool here in FL.
I finished my work in CA ontime and was lucky to land a good job at a Funds company in Ft Lauderdale minutes from my house. Hope everything is well with you and Diana.
hi kevin,
it’s been awhile and i for some reason was thinking of old haunts and old new bloggie friends, and even if i’m now poppycock from previously being mrs.p and mayamaya before that, i’m still here and persist on doing this.