An image keeps coming to my mind in the last weeks, an image I could scarecly describe, yet it is there as clear as any I have seen. It can never be transcoded into any phisical form. It is a feeling, and not a fleeting one, that took a form as if a wraith that never had a will has finally found its decisiveness and took form in order to fulfill its calling.
Within the swirls of the image a great truth resides - a canvas upon which the image is painted. Paint obscuring the primordial, hinting to so much more than that which is meant to with its delicate blurry shapes peering from behind a stained glass. Teal, black, blue ... indefinite, undefined. It is not even a blink away, yet it is out of reach. Much the same as the mundane day to day, it seems a flimsy yet binding promise to the higher powers that mother the invisible. A promise to one's self and the unyielding belief in the correct course of action, undaunted, absolute, focused ... wrong.
There are roads - roads we follow, sometimes they are streets, sometimes alleys and sometimes the unspoilt sheet of snow, where ours is the only trail - a trail into the unknown. Only human, only wrong can we be to march into the adventurous unknown, our belief the only guidance, our endeavour the only measure of success. Still there are roads we can not travel, paths we can not take, belief we can never fulfill, for only human - only human - we are. And once our humanity turns us awry, we end up baffled, in search for another way. But to approach the distant outlines our very human belief leads to, another must step towards, for these are one way streets, the unthinkable, the unreachable, the desireable. To truly strive towards an end when we want to to travel on in yoke, it takes more than one to effort. Shame, that we must be as a pond in a downpour - a twisted and misshapen reality of the truth. Ignorance and omniscence are the same when assessed in certain ways. Obscurity can be unnoticed, or revealed.
In this selfsame manner the undefinable image can only haunt only because it is seen as obscure. And were there my place to say, I would claim that within the teal setting with black shadows gaping in the sanded glass, a man is extendin his hand in woo - if it were my place to say.
