Culled by time, reduced down by the simmering monotony of passing days,
yet somehow not enriched with that experience. Deeper understanding
doesn’t necessarily mean greater appreciation.
Not by the soul, not by the spirit, and evidently not by the world.
We bring an order to the past, using moments in the present, to
perhaps give precognition of the future. Yet we are still surprised at
almost anything unexpected, regardless of how trivial it might be.
Is this the richness that life expects us to want to live for?
Just keep the flames alive, watch the steam rise. Evaporation of hope, swirling
into the air, fading to nothingness.
The seven billion aromas of God’s kitchen.
Steve B 01/11