2006-02-18 - 5:16 a.m.

volando sobre el infinito mar

so easy, to blame the poor boy with the melted wings. if suffering is the consequence of reaching beyond boundaries, then those who live small lives are safe.

[so tempting to reframe, or reclaim - a bright baptism born of adventurousness and daring, a burst of blue center light. so tempting, and such a lie.]

but there never was a time of innocence. suffering lies in the heart of life, inextricably bound - it is nothing to you, all you who pass by, carrying on regardless.