The theory is that information cannot travel faster than the speed of light. If this is the case, there is definitely a physical limit to how bad things can ever get. The penny that one throws off of the Empire State Building cannot cause nearly as much damage as one might think. With that being said, I feel terrible for that tiny pigeon that happens to be in line with the object's trajectory.
Lately I've been camping out and watching the great forest fire that the authorities are attempting to extinguish. I had no idea my house was so flammable! As bad as that is, I'm beginning to feel nostalgic as I roast those marshmallows. Sort of a home away from home. Alien, yet strangely familiar. My mind becomes clear, empty, at peace. I focus on the texture and subtle flavor of a slightly charred treat as I close my mouth. The hot, yet tolerable heat from it causes the blood in my veins to move at a quicker pace. I listen to the low rhythmic pounding in my ears as my heart consistently delivers and receives the goods. A smile comes to my face when I begin putting trust back into that vital organ, the same one that's been my most trustworthy and reliable friend since the day I was born.
Of course, the bag runs out eventually and I have to get up and keep buying new ones, though at least I know that there's a place down the corner from me that sells them buy one, get one free! To get myself above the five dollar minimum for credit card transactions I buy a few lighters. Also because I fucking love irony!
A cool, breezy autumn day is the best thing in the world for me, despite my allergies. While I find that the majority of others enjoy the summer more than anything, it is in the fall time that I find myself at home. It reminds me of closure, of conclusion, of realization. The end of a war. The leaves no longer remain on the trees and after just a few weeks of changing colors they all inevitably fall down. It's a humbling experience. The rustling sound they make as the wind blows them around the streets is a calm reminder for me to sit back and relax when things get tense.
For the duration of this season my subconscious grants me permission to allow the world to happen, just happen, in front of my eyes. "I am not the god of this planet," it gently reassures me as I put down the chain I've been tugging so hard on for so long. I relent and take a long, deep breath.
The leaf gently falls flat on the water of the stream, and the stream carries it down, passing by large stones, bridges, boats, eventually making it's way to a vast ocean where all that's left is the calm and peaceful waters.
- Ether
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