The Abdurdity And Necessity Of Wings (Or At Least Leaping...)

I remember reading in a History class in Year 10, of a man who looked at the birds flying and thought to himself (of course I am not sure exactly what he thought as I was not there, but I am sure it went something like...) 'I want to fly also..' So he designed for himself a set of wings, each nearly 2m in length made up of wood, cloth and assorted materials. He then walked to the top of the nearest cliff, some 200m in height, and proceeded to leap (or fly) off of the cliff. Of course in Hollywood this man would have soared and glided to a perfect landing, following which he would have flicked his golden hair and smiled with his chiseled jaw. But this world, this life is not Hollywood...he died. In a moment or day of apparent absurdity, in a feeling of envy and jealousy for the possession of wings, this man risked life and limb for the chance of flight. I remember laughing at this man in High School. But as I stand on the edge of a cliff of sorts, I do not laugh at this man anymore, I envy this man. Laughter is often a mask for regret and apathy. No one ever got the girl by laughing at the other men who fell awkwardly on their faces, its the men with home-made wings, jumping off cliffs who get the girl. No one ever killed a dragon, climbed a mountain, saved a damsel, fought a giant or learned to love again by laughing at the man with home-made wings. Because the people laughing are generally the people bound. Fear, apathy and pride cage the lives of those laughing. Life is meant to be live for those moments on the edge of the cliff with home-made wings. Life should be lived in the cycle of flight. Preparation (making of the home-made wings), Journey (the walk up the cliff), Suspense (peering over the edge while thinking you are the dumbest person alive), Leap (the moment of absurdity), Crash/Land (the bittersweet symphony). Success is not defined by whether the man with home-made wings flies, but whether he tries. For the true sign of failure is found in the person laughing on the side of the cliff, for they have never tried and in doing so have never truly lived. Hence I propose the absurdity, yet necessity of wings. Here's to jumping off of cliffs with home-made wings...

it lies beneath

beneath the glossy smiles and glassy eyes
beneath the utopian dreams and lofty thoughts
beneath the songs of victory
beneath the labelled clothes and peroxide hair
beneath the Word that wields like a sword
beneath the law that wounds like a gun
beneath the gold that outweighs the sun
beneath the persona that sits like a mask

there is a darkness as thick as the walls we cage ourselves in and closer then our skin
it lies beneath
there are cracks wider than canyons and flaws more visible than dreams
it lies beneath
there is a doubt that screams in our ears bringing closer our deepest fears
there is a twin to the light outside, for we wage war against our shadow side

i am a monster, a pervert, a thief.
my name is poor, ugly and weak
i am a killer, a failure, a fraud
my name is fragle, broken, flawed
it lies beneath
behind my teeth
still your song haunts me...
to run is to die
to die is to live

Beginnings

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth, also I started this blog* (though a few thousand - or million - years later). I must begin this blog with a confession (a selfish one at that). This blog is not for you, or for anyone who reads. It is for myself. I understand if you want to go back to Facebook or MySpace (if that site is still working) right now. I find that my thoughts tend to hover around my consciousness like feral flies. I thought perhaps a place to send these flies (a blog) would help me remain (at least in my own mind) sane. Accordingly, Problem: Thoughts like flies, Solution: Start a blog. Now about what will be the content of this here blog. I'm afraid I do not have a definitive answer to this. The 'flies' that tend to hover inside my head range from theological musings on the validity of classic Pre-millennialism to my loathing of the music infestation of such bands as Nickelback and Short Stack. I enjoy interaction with other people than myself (and my imaginary friend: Gertrude), so feel free to mock, muse and ponder away with me. To infinity and beyond!

*Please understand I am not comparing the commencement of this blog as equal or anywhere near equal to the creation or beginning of the world, it is mere wordplay.