...and what began initially as more of a change in atmospheric condition, began to make itself known with a gentle invasion. Like vapor entering a room, the change in attitude and perspective was imperceptible at first, and manifesting itself so slowly that there was no indication that life had ever been any different.
...and so it was with him, the world, and it’s condition universally.
The only constant in reality is it’s inconsistency. Each aspect of reality pinwheels around the fulcrum of what is held up and examined, rendering adjacent occurrence seemingly insignificant. However, all that is, remains interwoven with long threads which usually remain latent, only to reveal themselves connected by the snag of the observers caught attention.
Indication of movement becomes subjective. Brooding clouds of emotion offer rain for indeterminate period of time.
And it rained.
For one season after another. It continued to rain. The spirit drowning in adversity as the water level continued to rise. Desperation forms one last cry as the spirit is submerged and disappears into the black, the depths where shadows of meaning make their home.
The waterlogged soul swells until one day, the new sprout of spirit is born.
Upward, beyond the waterline the promise of alternative reality beckons. Yearning and desperate for light the spirit moves upward, reaching.
Feeding with the roots from the past deep water the spirit breaks through to minimal resistance, where the dawning sun nourishes.
Chiron'
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