Breathe in this question air. Taste the possibilities. Consider the angles. And now imagine you’re running through a forest, the air thick with green, birds chirping in chorus unison and dissonant soliloquy. Imagine the word ‘soliloquy’ is one you use often, regularly, as part of normal conversation; “Hey can you give me three soliloquys?”, and then move on, let go of the word, come back to me here in the forest.
You’re still running, you’re running through the trees, thinking about the trees, thinking of climbing the trees. Why are you thinking of climbing the trees? Is it because you want to see how far away the mountains are from here? Ok, so what happens when you climb the tree?
Do you decide to taste the tree bark, and realize it tastes like chocolate? What do you imagine will happen once you reach the top of the tree? Do you think you’ll be picked up by a hawk and flown through the air?
As you’re flying through the air, do you reconsider your faith in this decision, and have certain concerns that the hawk might drop you? And do you have certain subtler worries not about death but that the hawk might simply take you to the wrong spot, leaving you in a place even further from where you had hoped the hawk would take you sooner?
So, does the hawk end up taking you to the foot of the distant mountains anyway? Do you dance for joy, because not only are you in the spot you hoped to reach, but also alive as well? How would you feel about telling me why you so desired to reach this spot? What is it? Why didn’t you want to tell me before? Is it because I am simply your narrator, your guide? Is it because the lettering I use is undifferentiated from other lettering you’ve seen, and therefore I could have been anyone?
But is it clear to you now that my intentions are to carve out this journey for you? Do you realize that you are the journey but I am the knife? What does that mean, I don’t understand it, maybe you can explain it to me? Do you decide instead to just hand me your pocketwatch as a token of trust? Thank you.
I would still like to understand your reasons for risking your life on a hawk ride just in order to arrive at this particular location in the Montana mountains. Why Montana? Why mountains? Do you think you’ll ignore the question about Montana and move on to the mountains explanation? Do you realize how much I would appreciate that?
Oh, you’d like to whisper your reason to me as long as I don’t write it down here? Do you take me for a fool? Oh, you do? Ok, well I’ll be happy to play the fool for a moment, is that ok with you? Great.
{ Intermission, during which you whisper to me your deep seated reasons for wanting to arrive at this mountain in Montana via hawk ride, and I learn that you are much less of a man, and much more of a woman than I had ever realized }
Thank you for taking that time to whisper to me your reasonings. I am man of honor and therefore will not hint at these reasons in my writings. Not unless you give me permission in the future. But I will hold me promises only so long as you maintain a proper air of respect and teamwork. The moment you because selfish, self-serving, and narrow-minded, you will forfeit the respect I have afforded you, the respect my promises were based on. In fact, respect is the only insurance you have. If you become narrow-minded & assertive when in fact you have the opportunity to become generous & cooperative, then the unfortunate thing is that you shall lose my generosity & cooperation in return, the very soul of what I hoped our relationship would thrive on.
Enough about negative possibilities, they exist all around us, and we know they’re all possible, plus many more unsaid just now. We shall move on assuming they won’t happen, and happy they won’t happen. And maybe, just maybe, we shall never need to know what we do not want to know. In the meantime, as we close off this interaction, I bid you adieu.
Captain’s Log: Tuesday, June 22, 2010 7:21 AM
Year #32, Month #395, Week #1,718, Day #12,013
89th Corridor, Dog Island
