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EVERY ANGEL IS TERRIFYING

EVERY ANGEL IS TERRIFYING

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Plague Journal, Like A God

Plague Journal, Like A God

October 15, 2021 Jerry King Comments 0 Comment

Yesterday the sun rose

like a god, above the rim of the watery horizon.  The language is an inadequate description I know; words pointing to the rotation of this earth relative to our star, the source of life here, upon our home planet.  Furthermore the sun as well as our earth and every planet in our solar system rotates along the rim of the milky way galaxy, one of innumerable galaxies in the universe.  Does the universe have an end?  We are clueless.  Our sun, by comparison to the countless other suns is like a grain of sand on a beach. 

There’s an aspect of the sacred when the morning sun rises over the horizon of the ocean.  Two necessities of life, water and light coincide…  I paused in awe.

Later in the day I walked down the beach to the wooden fishing pier.  On my walk I encountered a seagull.  We observed each other, me with my mind filled with the logic of language.  The gull’s gimlet eye, its’ mind seamlessly uninterrupted, a conduit for the sensations received from the environment of sand, the tides, the direction and force of the wind, etc.  The gull lives without worry, without fear of death — precise in response to sensations. 

At the pier I am happy to pay $2.00 for permission to enter.  At the pier’s end feeling the sway of the wooden structure absorbing the force of the surf — I linger at the railing.  I observe the men and women waiting for the tactile tug transmitted from the sandy bottom to the fishing rod held in hand.  Fishing is an activity that is meditative, absolving one of ratiocination, releasing one from the run-a-way mind. 

Fishing, allows us to become more like the seagull.  To turn for a while, homeward.

We need a song to hold onto do we not?  This one will serve us:

New Sensation

By INXS

Live baby live
Now that the day is over
I got a new sensation
In perfect moments
Impossible to refuse

Sleep baby sleep
Now that the night is over
And the sun comes like a god
Into our room
All perfect light and promises

Gotta hold on you
A new sensation
A new sensation
Right now
Gonna take you over
A new sensation
A new sensation

Dream baby dream
Of all that’s come and going
And you will find out
In the end
There really is
There really is no difference

Cry baby cry
When you’ve got to get it out
I’ll be your shoulder
You can tell me all
Don’t keep it in ya
Well that’s the reason why I’m here

Are you ready for a new sensation
A new sensation
Right now
Gonna take you on a new sensation
A new sensation

Hate baby hate
When there’s nothing left for you
You’re only human
What can you do
It’ll soon be over
Don’t let your pain take over you

Love baby love
It’s written all over your face
There’s nothing better we could do
Than live forever
Well that’s all we’ve got to do

Hey now I’m gonna take a new sensation
A new sensation

Lyrics by Andrew Farriss, Michael Hutchence

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