There's a hole in the fabric of our Universe.
Where some important bridge between us and Life should be, there is frequently Nothing.
This hole is seen when a man, speeding on the motorway with his wife and young child in the car, slams on brakes and rushes out to smash the windscreen of a car whose driver dared to hoot at him.
This hole is apparent when the spokesman for the Premier of the Zulu Kingdom feels justified in calling a man who filmed his entourage's reckless speeding an 'arrogant racist'.
This hole shows up when a father has an apoplectic fit over his young son seeing two people engaged in Pleasure.
This hole fills the vision when a child is raped and slaughtered.
This hole, this hole-clouds my mind at times, when I think that I am justified in dismissing other people as 'mindless'.
This hole has formed the warp and weft of the angry violence around the globe.
Pretty nifty trick for a hole, no?
This hole is Goddess-shaped.
And the only thing I can say in our defence is at least some of us can see it's a hole.
Hon
ReplyDeleteA hole is an emptiness
A void of spirit
Other than that, now are things with you?
Need your hair brushed?
Yes, BBC , and that hole, that emptiness, that void of spirit, is where the Goddess used to fit.
ReplyDeleteI'm feeling fine, chipper and full of joy- I love the time of year around Samhain-probably something to do with my ancestors.
Err-I use a comb thanks BBC, but I wouldn't say no to a good head massage!
Love,
Terri
Ah, I know head massages and an exercise that can take you to a happy place.
ReplyDeleteBut you are so far away.
That's life isn't it? Hugs.