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THE SHORT, HAPPY HISTORY OF A WRITING LIFE by David Eide:
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The Universe of Choice
We are all those things that conspire to save us.
Not that we don’t fight like madmen to be unsaved.
We look back. It was all there. This, this, and this were there.
Ok, beautiful and arduous adventure, you may continue.
It is the quest for freedom on the secular side and the quest for love on the spiritual side that makes for the writing life. When they are “given” they become a bit slippery. We admit our difficulties with both.
Slavery and war are the black holes of each of these goals.
“Quit looking at the wrong things.”
Something had to connect. Something had to bind up. Something had to push through. That is done with in a way. We are unmoved by the movers of life. We are at some still point, no longer confessing. We study and dream fiercely as if to connect with the primal life itself buried deep in the black body radiation.
We look to see some wonderful passage; a stately formation of vision to remind us that, in the end, all is well. In the end all is together.
And on the peaks we were absolutely true. And in the troughs we were slopping it up with the pigs. And between was a solar system of heavy thoughts and emotions. No sun was seen. Planets danced prettily at the site of an empty sun; they wanted to be the sun. The sun was dark and shy.
There are resolutions still. Life is jagged. New desires appear like little temptresses. “Look, up ahead I smell something strange and delightful!”
The universe of choice! The one I wanted to be born in. The one where all is light and life and it flows smooth and full around the stars and moons and death is an infinitesimal exception inhabited on a green surface that few notice. There are some booms and shudders and that is about it.
The happy walk through the density in things. (said w/extreme irony)
It only works if you believe it will.
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