I was here. A concept all too familiar to human beings. A testament of your existence, a show that you were alive, you lived and loved, you felt, and you made other people feel. Most of human existence is spent in the pursuit of purpose. We beg to be recognized. Which is why we seek to leave our mark on everything…by carving our initials on trees, by birthing children, by making art and for most men, by impregnating the unsuspecting woman. We seek to leave fragments of ourselves behind as some form of attestation that we were alive, that we were here, whether those fragments are good or bad.
I am fascinated by the secret language of fire. It has very interesting ways of proclaiming its existence. It is overt, bold and unapologetic. Fire is eternally present in its entirety. Rarely ever missed. It burns and is experienced through light…heat. Fire is always fire…whether you think it good or bad, it is a thought form independent of the constructs of what it is perceived to be. Always existing authentically…purely. And when the time comes, fire dies down, retires away until the time to burn comes again. What is left behind can be seen as destruction or cleansing. That is the nature of fire…the nature of being itself.
I find myself thinking about the cyclical nature of all things. The rhythms that bind the universe. All things that exist, just like fire, must dance and flow within the bounds of eternity. They must be defined and re-defined. Everything must evolve and transcend either with ease or great difficulty. And finally, all things must end…just as they begun. Endings are a constant in the mathematical equation that is the universe. Moments exist only in the now…they cannot be held forever because experiences are finite, they disappear to give room for what comes next. Even that finiteness cannot be quantified because eternity can feel like a moment and a moment like eternity. Like fire, we burn. And the burning stops eventually. All we can do is hold everything nearly and dearly and experience it in its entirety while it is before us, without fear or apology. When the time comes to shift to a different form…. a different reality. We must be brave enough to let it go and be ready to embrace the next thing…the next moment…the next weaving in the universal tapestry. That my dear, is evolution. Re-definition.