Finding Greater Destiny
Us humans really do not embrace this world’s true beauty and complexity for what it is. Inside or outside, linearly or exponentially, our world is of infinite dimension. As much as people like to think; it’s beauty, it’s colours and it’s expressions are immeasurable.
It is rare that people choose to think about what a vast world we have.
Nobody has time to even contemplate the ideas that our vast, gaseous cloud systems above may even be made up of bacteria controlled by magnetic forces, which feed on electricity. Those organisms dwell up in the higher stratosphere interwoven in divine sequences with their natural surroundings. Following every storm, as atmospheric magnetism changes, they may retreat to the upper echelons through a vacuum and be channelled magnetically into a black-hole. Sounds like striking stuff, I know! But, the world is of infinite possibility.
Nobody even considers the many miles of soil coating the surface below of every field, beach or roadway city. - Soil that is the structure for entire cities of microbial habitation. Habitats which house, support and feed not millions but more than likely trillions of beings. We must house the idea that just like the aboveground hyena tears apart the wild, wobbly deer on Sahara, there is a similar cunning world living beneath us.
Simmering beneath the fields of Athenry and Connemara and even the briery shores of Salthill lie largely developed cities of great activity. The closer that one rises to the surface of the earth the greater the activity. To a small insect on the surface, the soil beneath is vibrating and at quite a level. Vast worlds of intricate tunnelling cascade down through the karst landscape beneath. Meters upon meters of worm infestations interlinking web-like, ant tunnel-structures.
How great it feels to imagine that much of what grows, much of what moves and much of what is, is not within plain sight of eye. It is evident that the more we think we know, the less we know.
Sometimes, I get bored with what is all around us; the mundane repetitive world of relationships, emotions, jobs and routines. The same old, same old. It’s a good thing to take a plunge off the cliff and just write, not knowing or caring where I am going. That’s curiosity - the manual for peace and balance.
I have been finding creativity recently. I am not a very experienced writer. I am more like a crusty pair of shoes that need a new sole. However, what I have found in my own creativity is striking to the taste pallet. Something beyond me. Something beyond my mind. Something that lives within my imagination and beyond theory or logic. Something that allows me to cherish myself, to make ownership and be beautifully expressive of my true destinies.