Beautiful Strangeness

Beyond morality stands disposition, which is to say the range and tendency of character and its chemistry with another. We birth any dream we do not fear into a world so accepting. Though conscious thought can be overwhelmed with ponderous considerations, our guiding light appears as if from another world and cuts through the somnolent gray at once. Who are we to not walk the path lain for us -- and love it!

As unschooled alchemists, we forgive ourselves for we know not what we do, except that we cast magic and live the most beautiful strangeness. From time immemorial we have experienced unknown chemistry that repeatedly yields delightful miracles that we hide and cloak from the uninitiated. With too many coincidences to dismiss we begin to nod in acceptance and even come to anticipate the improbable as it is repeatedly given to us.

All of nature plays out its cards, acting within its abilities. Brambles, weeds, poison, stingers, snarls, and fangs are not negative things to slander, but are mere shields and property lines. A thorn is a fence like a mountain range, signifying a breachable barrier, just as a closed door requests a knock. Not to see too much or too little - that is our gift.

What are we doing and why? If it is magic then I will bet my fate on it each time, especially when we are beyond words and practical concerns.