Because we take up such a small space on the vast surface of this planet, we never get dizzy.
Yet we're turning all the time, all together, round and around and around.
The proof is in the cycle of sunlight, moonlight, sunlight again--in the spin of winter, spring, summer, fall.
Here again, back again.
Again and again, again.
It should make sense that, eventually, the spiral found its way into my head.
A circle on a persistent swirl that will not stop.
And the way I can't walk straight across a room without tipping towards the ground is a simple manifestation of a struggle to stand amidst this constant, terrestrial whirl of blacks and whites, colds, warmths, growths, births, and deaths.
Understandably, I'm forced to lean once in a while.
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Okay. I'm ready now to comment again.
ReplyDeleteBasically I think I remember saying something like this:
No wonder you're dizzy all the time! And after reading this- so am I!
I especially loved the part about the seasons and births and deaths and colds and warmths- beautiful.
And now if you were to see all the typos I originally made with this and the times I accidentally pressed the volume button and the enter button you would know that even commenting with my computer is bad idea.