Void of uniform, I stand
now a civilian amidst the calendars of endless dates, each page written only as
I come upon it. No advanced schedule, no
agenda or tally sheet searching for accountability. Free to wander as a child after school. Free to contemplate past assignments,
projects left abandoned for the priorities of others. Such vacant time more treasured than gold
itself now lay at my feet.
Presently, a small ceramic jar holding an assortment of
pens sits quietly at the edge of my monitor.
Small felt pads adorn the bottom of the jar, adhered for the prevention of scratches. I would hazard a
guess that the jar's artist placed no thought to finishing the bottom with a smooth
glaze. Without delving into the mechanics
of the glazing process, I expect holding the piece was of primary concern, and
thus setting it flat was most expedient.
Issues of the end user fell with early trimmings.
Surely the study of felt pads is not worthy of
documentation, however, the scrutiny of anticipatory behavior could lead us
from ceramic vessels to space exploration, time travel, or even mental
origami. Folding our thoughts back onto
themselves, then adjusting the edges up, to catch reflective inspirations,
takes focus, distilled concentration and a little trial and error. Example: I have just opened a window to a
thought process, here-to-fore vague in definition, and incomprehensible to many
farm animals.
How then are we to proceed, knowing the likelihood of
universal comprehension is not only unrealistic, but taxable in some states.
You can see what can happen without the proper focus;
Mental instability resulting in total
collapse of foundations.
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