I Held You In The Square And

We Disliked The Rigours Of Existence, The Unfulfilled Longings, The Enshrined Injustices Of The World, The Labyrinths Of Love, The Ignorance Of Parents, The Fact Of Dying, And The Amazing Indifference Of The Living In The Midst Of The Simple Beauties Of The Universe. We Feared The Heartlessness Of Human Beings, All Of Whom Are Born Blind, Few Of Whom Ever Learn To See.

It May Be That What You Could Be Haunts You. It Is Real. It Is A Weight You Have To Carry Around. Each Failure To Become, To Be, Is A Weight. Each State You Could Inhabit Is A Burden As Heavy As Any Physical Weight, But More So, Because It Weighs On Your Soul. It Is The Ghost Of Your Possibilities Hanging Around Your Neck, An Invisible Albatros, Potentials Unknowingly Murdered.

This Is What You Must Be Like. Grow Wherever Life Puts You Down.

A People Are As Healthy And Confident As The Stories They Tell Themselves. Sick Storytellers Can Make Nations Sick. Without Stories We Would Go Mad. Life Would Lose It’s Moorings Or Orientation... Stories Can Conquer Fear, You Know. They Can Make The Heart Larger.

It Is Easy To Forget How Mysterious And Mighty Stories Are. They Do Their Work In Silence, Invisibly. They Work With All The Internal Materials Of Your Mind And Self. They Become Part Of You While Changing You. Beware The Stories You Read Or Tell; Subtly, At Night, Beneath The Waters Of Consciousness, They Are Altering Your World.