Halloween Story
Yesterday I raked leaves, a task to be done over and over. Tedium. Leaves do not fall all at once, raking is not a task “one and done.” The work is recurrent. When one session is finished it is replaced by another.
Raking, I heard many voices, the sound of approaching running feet. Upon the path a few feet distant, five girls, perhaps seven or eight years old ran together, voices radiating silly happiness toward the park. The merry youngsters were lead by an unleashed small canine, running full tilt towards the park.
Were we not as happy as an organism can be, when we ran unleashed?
Do you remember a time when unconstrained by systems, unfettered by the slings of criticism, or no opponent was bent upon assuming your prerogative, or when no lines were to be delivered and no role to be played, — you were incurably happy? I remember!
Is there any doubt?
What about the song? Give us a tune for Halloween. Is there a refrain to evanescent happiness? Perhaps there is. This one by INXS: Devil Inside.
Its hard to believe we need a place called hell.
