Glimpse Of The Great Unknown
We are not capable of limiting it.
We awe at it. Our eyes squint at its divine glow. We are whole when we hold reverent the untainted truth of it all.
The innocence of a child: Open eyes, rejecting nothing; a smile born of a yielding acceptance and unyielding honesty.
Its wordless realness is our comfort as we glimpse the unspeakable expanse.
It is within us all, obscured by understanding. The flame of the bearer of its message is put out, but its fire is unquenchable.
It is why we live. Larger than life, conquering death.
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R.I.P.
Katie
Dana
Myrna
8 comments:
this isn't much, but i'm sorry for your loss.
i am too.
thanks, guys. i consider myself fortunate to have my two little boys.
a woman in our church and her 2-year-old daughter were killed in a car crash saturday. her 9 month old lived. her husband lost a wife and a child and his child will grow up without a mother.
my stepmother's mom died a few days later.
surrounded by death and funerals, and particularly the death of a child, it's difficult to find life and beauty.
but i look into my children's eyes and i realize that through their innocence, you're touching a piece of god, an eternal spark that, for little katie, defies death.
and as we adults grow older we forget to tap into our own divinity, because our innocence is clouded by words and intellect and fear.
pretty thick, i know, but later today i'm headed to a church where there will be a tiny little casket of a girl i held. hard to come to terms with.
don't give up on me, though. i promise to write something lighter later tonight. :)
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I'm sorry, Eric. A lot of sadness around your life right now. Every time I come in contact with the loss of a child I think of my brother. Alton was born three years before I was. He was three months premature. His world consisted of an incubator. His life span was two days. On his tombstone it says "God makes no life in vain." He lived two days. I never saw him, but now you know his name. No matter how brief, you make a mark on life.
Exactly, Helen.
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(you dont know me but i would like to comment)I'm sorry for your loss although I do not know you or probably never will for that matter. I tend to feel sorry for every death knowing that in someway that person could have made a diffrence, even if it may be miniscule in comparison to those made by the more "famous" and well known of our time.Even the smallest diffrence that person makes can make a huge diffrence on someone elses.I myself have been that miniscule diffrence before acutally.I met a girl who i came to know as a friend yet she had a dark side I soon came to come face to face with.She was depressed and had had a hard life and near the brink of suicide.Over time I began to show her that there is a reason to live and as I did we fell in love.I was that miniscule diffrence without knowing it...The spark is what inspires millions,if not billions of people to keep going on with life and its important that you can find it in someway,like you have in your childs eyes.As you have said,peoples vision tends to get clouded and they do not see the spark because it is blocked from view by sadness but that does not mean it is not there.Always keep that spark in view and try to show it to others because you never know what could open their eyes to.Hopefully those who have died,have died for a greater cause even if that cause is not apparent at first glance or may never be seen except by the greater forces of the universe.I guess it seems kinda strange,ok extremely strange,for some random person to just come along and say all this but I guess you just inspired me is all.(by the way,your a great writer although I bet you heard many others tell you lol)
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Eric-ness, A Pretendor
eric-ness, i'll tell you what my editor/boss told me one time when i went through a downward cycle where i feared i would lose the ability to function and write.
being bi-polar -- or whatever you want to call it -- is both a curse and a blessing, he told me, because of the power of empathy.
most who suffer are suffering from a flood of empathy. sometimes things hurt too much. sometimes they feel better than they should.
every now and then, you just feel kind of normal, but those moments are fleeting.
as i see it, to harness empathy and make it useful can be difficult, because it can be like a television trying to absorb the full thrust of a lightning strike.
there just isn't room.
all you can do is channel it, try to find meaning in it, and share your journey. at least that's my opinion.
i wish more people would freely express themselves like you have. we would know so much more about everyone around us. but, of course, not everyone is comfortable with facing the chaos and difficulty of life.
i tend to err on the side of expression, and people can take it or leave it.
i hope you return and offer me more of your feedback. it's rare to find people passionate about simply caring.
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Your right i guess Im and endangered species along with the couple other people I know who are the same.Many people have called me a good writer when it comes to emotional stuff.I share a blog with some friends called View of the Pretendor thats dedicated to such writings so I guess I have some experience opening up in written words.Your right there just arent that many people in the world that can actually take a serious moment and find meaning behind it.Kinda like someone who sees a movie but doesnt get the moral or messege behind it.It would be a pleasure to comment on your future work since you yourself are one of a endangered breed so I can relate in someways.I guess I tend to try and help people out too much is all.Well I dont know how to end this really so byes for now.
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Eric-ness, A Pretendor
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