Assignment: (from The Gypsy Mama): For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
The theme this week: Awake.
The ceremony is about to begin!
Jim Morrison and The Doors. William Blake. The Doors of Perception. It was all about seeing clearly. It was all about trying to get at the truth. Truth--though the Universe, as we saw it then was amoral. Not immoral--just, neutral. People made up morality People decided what was right and wrong. Questions of how we decided and who decided and all that were for the future. We were existential teenagers, born past the age of drugs and on the cusp of AIDs. We had the books, though. And music. We read, we talked. We looked, we felt. We did all we could to be alive, and awake.
But, truly, looking back now I see it was all through a glass, darkly. We hadn't the eyes to see or the ears to hear. Our quest was impossible--as it always is for the young and idealistic. The romantic.
Yet, I cannot imagine what life would have been like without the quest. Quieter, perhaps. Less disappointing? Who knows. It was what it was and we are left with our memories and our love among the ruins. We won't re-build. We'll find something new.