A Metaphor Has Occured to Me
January 25, 2012
When I’m waxing philosophic, which is often enough, it’s as though I’m wandering around on top of a giant play structure. There are dozens of slides on it and they’re like the ideas. Each looks really exciting. I get closer to one so I can get a better look at it’s shape, angle, etc. And before I know it, weeeeee! I’ve slid all the way down. Here’s the thing: at the bottom, I discover that all the slides have led to the same place. In fact, my perception of many slides was an illusion to begin with. So here I am. At the bottom. But it’s great! It’s the answer to life, the universe and everything! As the saying goes. But I can’t stay there. It’s not that I want to leave, but like in a dream, I suddenly find myself at the top again. I can even remember the bottom (hence my ability to write this blog) but I’m not really there anymore.
This is what’s going on in my head. I keep feeling like I get these little moments of wonderful, wonderful enlightenment, but I can’t get it to stick. I mean, the slides are fun and all and I guess maybe that’s the point. Weeeeee!
