Analogies fail, metaphors stink, ideas seduce -
But reality - is it created or revealed?
Or the parts we don't write, are revealed to us.
Then do they have the same divine force behind them.. or it is just our aspiration to regard as great all that is beyond us.
And yet I cannot help but wince. As if in letting it go I impart to the dream that missing touch of perfection. As if the perfect, the ideal do not belong to the realm of life and reality, they are safe in our thoughts and in our words.
But reality - is it created or revealed?
Or the parts we don't write, are revealed to us.
Then do they have the same divine force behind them.. or it is just our aspiration to regard as great all that is beyond us.
And yet I cannot help but wince. As if in letting it go I impart to the dream that missing touch of perfection. As if the perfect, the ideal do not belong to the realm of life and reality, they are safe in our thoughts and in our words.
