Thought-Frenzy

Tonight’s the night to Spring forward. In yet another attempt to control Nature’s affects on us, we pretend to control time. Every Spring and Fall, we artificially lose an hour or gain an hour in defiance of the natural order. When both adjustments are made for the year, we have nothing to show for them—no net loss, no net gain—just a feeble effort to exercise control over something about which have none.

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In my most recent post, I wrote “Shadows coexist alongside the light that creates them.” Since writing that, though, I have reconsidered what I said. Perhaps, instead, I should have said “Obstacles to light create the darkness of shadows, which coexist with both.”  Regardless of which statement is closer to reality, I stand by another assertion I made: “We cannot expect light to fill all darkness.” These kinds of competing thoughts or perspectives fascinate me. Freed from the limitations of physics and physical reality, the mind can do somersaults and back-flips. But absent the incorporation of adequate amounts of reality, those gymnastics can lead to dangerous breaks, both mental and physical.

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Last night’s storms were loud;  shook the house and filled it with brilliant blue flashes of light with every crack of thunder. If I go outside this morning (or the rest of the day, for that matter), I will wear clothes that are not warming enough to keep the little bit of chill in the air off of me. But they will be too warming for real comfort. Clothes in my closet are not able to meet me at that midway point between hot and cold. Such clothes do not exist, in fact. Perhaps I will buy a loom to weave a new fabric. It will combine magic threads that act symbiotically with one another to adjust to one’s preferred temperature preferences. And it will automatically adjust as appropriate to account for relative humidity, amount of sunlight, mood, and phase of the moon.

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This time around, my brief hospital stay was not quite as confining as in the past, inasmuch as I was not tethered to wires and tubes that shackled me to my bed. Needle jabs and frequent intrusive visits by people paid to torment me detracted from my relative freedom, but as always the irritations and inconveniences were tolerable. The hospital stay was largely “for observation,” which included a CT scan, an MRI, and short conversations with a swarm of doctors, nurses, and technicians. I’m home now and feeling all right. The usual string of follow-up appointments, scans, etc., etc. begin again Monday.

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The acceptance of death gives you more of a stake in life, in living life happily, as it should be lived. Living for the moment.

~ Sting ~

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And thus pauses my thought-frenzy for the moment…