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Friday, October 23, 2015


{Courtesy of the genius of Orietta Rossi}

I am Day.

I am Night.

I am the World.

I am the Turquoise Woman.

And a traveler like all of you.

You walk miles. I spin through the vastness of space, listening to the ghost songs of the solar winds.

I awakened already spinning through space, hugged to the sun's warmth by his invisible arms of gravity.

But the sun is a distant lover and following his own path through the stars, drawn by bonds of his own.

He is caught like a glistening bead of dew in the web of the solar system.

Together, he and my sisters journey in a cluster 

which is itself part of a moving community of stars you call the Milky Way.

Travelers all, we can neither turn to the left nor to the right of our own volition.

We are children of gravity and explosion, cast into the darkness by forces we little understand or know.

I used to envy you your freedom of movement, of choice. 

But the longer I watched your scurrying over my surface, the more a dark truth spoke to me:

You, too, are children of the gravity of your species and the explosion of the times around you which you little understand or know.

You bristle with denial?

If you cannot understand your own heart, how can you understand another's?

Which choices are yours totally?

As gravity and momentum send me on my path, 

so does your DNA, location, and experience spread the pattern of the paths before you.

You are no more free than I am or the goldfish wandering the narrow confines of its bowl.

From within its bowl, the world seems so large to the goldfish. Yet, it is trapped within invisible walls.

As are you.

Freedom is an illusion to the goldfish, to me, and to you.

Do we choose or do the choices choose us?



  1. This is beautifully brilliant Roland:
    "Do we choose or do the choices choose us?"

    I've been wondering, chewing pine on this very matter, as long as my eyes have been open. As much, No one promised Life would be Fair, Life owes us nothing? We're all Innocent because we did not ask to be born? Or Did We?? I often think the latter, somehow, someway, (blame it on the Bardo's, or Tibetan's). ;-D

    1. Our choice to believe in free will is our first act of it. We are shaped by factors both conscious and unconscious which act as invisible rudders to our decisions.

      I believe the gift of life is the first miracle but what we often choose to do with that gift can be a curse to others.

      I am not endorsing the Turquoise Woman's perspective -- merely trying to get into the mind of an entity whose existence is truly outside our own.

      Always happy to see you and talk with you! :-)

  2. There are things outside of our control, but when it comes to our head and our heart, we are in total control.

    1. You would think so, Alex. But psychologists would point out that what shapes our minds into the instruments of choice are myriad and often unconscious, born of our environment, physical make=up, and nurturing.

      But so far as we can arrange it, we must make our dealings as clear-headed and kind as we can, right? :-)

  3. Interesting, very interesting, and I am not kidding.

    This is a point that I contemplate. We do get locked in our lives by circumstances as well as perceptions. I have heard we make our own luck. Well maybe we make some of it but not most of it.

    1. Thanks, Ann, for thinking so. I believed our worldview is shaped in so many unique ways that it occurred to me what a unique view of life the world itself would have. :-)

      You;re right: our perception of the situation, not the situation itself, is the key thing to our surviving it sometimes. I love our discussions here.