Catching the Bouquet

 

It is that exact moment when something stops going up but just before it begins to fall.  It is a moment in time when time itself blinks.   Probably Newton or one of his chums had a name for it, but apparently it isn’t an important enough aspect of this story for me to stop and research it. 

Anyone paying attention to life has noticed that it isn’t just bouquets that pause in mid air.  This little blink of life happens to each of us 1000 times a day.  It takes place in our thinking, within our actions, and is not subject to our input.  It is an activity outside of our control, and yet it has great control over our fate.

Within the smallest fraction of a second we weigh the various aspects of a decision and make our choice.  If we second guess ourselves we waver a bit but the blink has already occurred.  Our path, as some have put it, is predetermined.  That predetermination all takes place within that momentary blink, absent of time and rational thought.

If we were to zoom in and examine the inner working of the internal blink we’d find strong similarities between our cognition and the suspended bouquet.  Not subjected to any force field, and held in place only by the reality of being, our unconscious takes over.  For that split second it guides us; it directs and influences our desire.

To date, the only visualization or proof of this activity is the defragmentation the brain goes through at the end of each day.  We see the bits and pieces of this process discarded in the form of dreams.  All too often we awake in the morning thinking how odd our dreams had been.  In reality all we were playing throughout the night were the broken fragments of the day’s CD’s.  A snippet from this one and a blip from that one, all run together as if it were intended to make sense, not unlike this blog.

Grasping this concept is much the same as catching the bouquet.  It suggests a potential for the course of your life to take a turn.

Author’s note:

As I don’t usually think things like this - I can only assume it contains a modicum of truth.  I mean, why on Earth would my subconscious make something like this up?  I don’t believe I am gullible, and certainly not that clever.

Based on that – I’m just going to go with it.