A Poet's Journal: October 3rd, 2012 (Audio)

October 3rd, 2012

That which is unique seems all the more to make what is around us less so that we forget the whole circumstance leans solely on the force of our own interpretation.

While having dinner last night, just at the moment that I happened to look up, a greenish-blue ball of light fled across the tiny part of sky that our window encloses; but from that moment, until I spoke of the object only a few seconds later, did a confidence steadily grow in my disparaged and up until then unsure attempts in writing that everything thought childish in my life up to that instant became truth and whatever I would do from here on would not lead me astray whether I doubted or not.  It was a coincidence that touched something I had hardly ever seen; it was not a revelation, nor did I think some divine presence involved in it, but it was the circumstance that bade the whole realm of possibility, the whole realm of existence, mutual to my own poor and daily life.  Superiority and the hierarchy of individuals, and of ideas, are merely the games of men, whereas the quiet look into a truthful world beholds the unique aim of his being.

Douglas Thornton