There is a space between activity and sleep that I enjoy, and inhabit more often lately than I have in the past. It’s not contentment. I am not content with either myself or my situation. It is, almost, resignation…a certain peace of mind that comes over me. Maybe it’s like giving up on things, on everything, and just letting things happen. Maybe it’s a zen-like state. I don’t really know.
It is a kind of action, though…coming to a pause…the act of pausing. Slowing of the metabolism in reaction to some external force or event…or even environment. Yesterday, Prince died. We don’t know why yet. Today, as always, there is another shooting in the USA. Life and death goes on, as it always will. Today is Earth day…it’s not a day to help the earth, but a day for humanity to realize that this spherical space ship is all we have to live on right now, and that it will go on into it’s own future with, or without us…the decision is ours. I am quiet. I am peaceful. I have no aspirations about the 2016 election because, as usual, if I dive into it too much, I become embroiled in my own anger and disdain for the rest of humanity, and it’s disregard for itself. I am circular in my reasoning, so I become empty. I empty the emotions out and seek to find bodily and mental peace…from nowhere…from oblivion.
What is the meaning of all this? I don’t know. What is the future like, you, who are reading this a hundred years from now. Did we make it? Did we repair the earth-ship? Did we overcome our own petty squabbles and hatreds and live, finally, together in peace? Come back and tell me some time. I’d like to know. As for now, this gen-x-er is going to nap for a while…mentally, and bodily.