Saturday, November 30, 2013
Words From An Airport
People with laptops and tablets and iPads seemed puzzled and curious at the sight of pen and paper. One person carefully positioned a smartphone (thinking perhaps that I was oblivious to what was going on around me) to capture an image of a stranger using analog tools. I guessed they hadn't seen anything like me, and so I scrawled on. When my phone dinged because it had received a text, they breathed a collective sigh of relief as I fished my BlackBerry out of my pocket to check it.
I was just jotting down stream of consciousness thoughts as they occurred to me. Here they are:
Values. Freedom to travel. The day by day life. Money. Blessings. Family. Love. Religion. Names. Addresses. Numbers of many meanings. Machines that ferry us place to place. Accidents. Sirens.
Learning. Jobs. Careers. Life. Birth. Death. Feathers. Clouds. Revolving seasons that roll quickly through our timespan.
Memories etched on paper and air. Culture carries on even when you are gone.
Have you ever stopped everything for just a moment push aside worries cares and concerns about people and things?
If there was a mass-epiphany, a realization across mankind about who and what we are, a deep appreciation in the soul, no matter how light or dark - would life be better for just one sweep of a minute of clock time?
Minds fill with marvelous thoughts of words and music and ideas and inventions and calculations and calibrations, rationalizations. Good things and evil things too. What to live for and what not to do. Who and what to love or hate and how to measure all of that... that... data.
This is not a single world. The word is experienced through finite minds. Each time one of us dies, a world dies. No one can imagine what it is to be you or even be like you. Take it with you when you go. Now close your eyes and remember or dream.
~ written November 7, 2013 at Albany International Airport