What made you walk through the looking glass? What was your little analogous white rabbit that caught your attention and pulled your steps through the mirror? Was your white rabbit a treasure, or a fortune...perhaps an otherworld insight, maybe a lover, or an epiphany...or was it nothing more than an adventure that you were seeking as an escape from the mundane, the monotony, or the stark reality of your life. What did you find in there...as mirrors typically do, they reflect our supposed reality. Was everything the opposite inside? Did gravity pull you up? Was love numb instead of excessively acute? Was the sky green and the grass blue? Did you breathe in carbon dioxide and breathe out oxygen? Or was it a new reality that you couldn't have imagined? Did you know that your imagination was an intrinsic part of your reality, and that we can't EVER escape that reality?
With childlike enthusiasm, you took it all in. Hearing and deciphering...learning and casting judgement...being exposed and hiding your weakness...feeling extreme exhilaration and lowly sorrow...at times, life was very large...at others, life was very small...feeling completely in control, and conversely dealing with the fear when you had none...could you not see the parallels between Wonderland and your reality. They are all there my girl...one must look with a trained eye to see though...
There are questions with no answers on our journey. Did you find the perplexity in the Mad Hatters riddle? Did your head spin with uncertainty and catatonic despair? Or did your head seemingly fall off, like the Cheshire Cat?
"Why IS a raven like a writing desk?"
Who knows...who ever will?
I have questions as well...albeit in a stark reality...or one that is only in my perspective, reflecting from my mirror. The time is coming close to an end in radio land...new doorknobs are being unlocked and preparing for accessiblity. Is it still in the cards for me to remain in the Neon City, or do I move to the Hill Country? Do I stay in state, or leave? So many questions, so many floating answers, so many realities to sift through. Austin, Dallas, America...salesman, teacher, banker, writer, student...who knows...who ever will?
We all want to hold onto innocence. Is that the moral to the story? We'd like it to be...but it isn't. The moral to the story is that in the face of reality, we must come to the acceptance that it is impossible to hold onto innocence...it is impossible to remain childlike in our processes, but it is important to acknowledge that our reality IS what we make of it, and we must remember the illusion that imagination is separate from reality...they are one in the same.
Why did you search so long, Alice? You knew all the time what you wanted, what you were searching for...you knew all the rules to the game...and you knew all the finish lines to the race. There are details and questions with no answers that are underlined within the race, but the ultimate answer is something you carried in close proximity. You met the most interesting creatures along your way...what did they teach you?
Could it be that they taught you what you already knew?
2 comments:
You move to Austin :)
It was great to see ya Cory Will!!! We had a wonderful time.
Amanda
you know what i think? alice found out that home is really the place you make for yourself, when you finally find the place, or the person, or the action that makes your heart sing. sometimes you have to fight the jabberwocky, almost get your head cut off by the queen of hearts (sound familiar, dear boy?), and follow a lost soul or three down a rabbit hole into the place you've always wanted to go, but never knew existed. you are on an amazing journey, and are asking excellent questions. i think i want to be like you when i grow up. "be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid"--goethe. love you--rachel
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