The words I do not utter
The thoughts I do not voice
The photos I don’t take
For taking is thievery
The memories I’ll never share
And the ones I let slip
The moments I refuse to tarnish with my speech
These are the most important to me
For the greatest things in life
Are ineffable, indescribable, transcendent
And attempting to capture them
They will always elude you
And you will rob yourself
Of that moment
That deep breath
That knowing smile
It is only by letting go
That we can begin to grasp
I am getting chills…chills…listening to Oprah’s interview of Rainn Wilson, better known as Dwight Schrute on the Office. To hear Oprah, vanguard of American opinion, the billionaire African American woman with a direct line into living rooms across the country, mention the Baha’i House of Worship in Chicago in reverent tones sent a shiver down my spine. Do yourself a favor and tune in to this funny, enlightening, and uplifting interview about acting, Chicago, the Baha’i Faith, art as prayer, service to humanity as our highest calling, and the meaning of soul pancake.
Didn’t think I was gonna get a post up in January, didja? HA! That’ll show ya.
Here’s a month’s worth of hope in one short film. Watch it full screen.
No light from any star on high
Can ever reach your earthbound eye
Unless it travels ‘cross the sky
Through time for you to see it
For time is just a form of space
As poets past have long embraced
So every photon starts a race
The moment its star frees it
The race is won when through the air
It strikes your eye while standing there
Its maker’s beauty brought to bear
The journey done at last
The sky of now you’ll never see
From here unto eternity
For stars in your reality
Are from the distant past
Indeed the closest star to us
Past twenty trillion miles must
Ring out its light in hope and trust
In four years it will shimmer
Watch it sparkle watch it dance
Think of how it took the chance
That in the future you might glance
Above and see it glimmer
So when you take in constellations
Think of ancient men and nations
Of firmament’s eternal patience
In shedding all its light
And know you’re watching history
That stars aren’t where they seem to be
And some have even gone to sleep
In that unending night
We weren’t visibly injured, so we called Rene to come pick us up while Willie got GEICO to tow his mangled truck. Rene dropped Tony off, then drove us to my place, where we picked up my car and drove ourselves to the ER. We were taken to the back before we even finished filling out our forms (how quick is that?). The nurses and doctors were very kind, even joked around with us. Willie and I got the same diagnosis and prescriptions, along with the directive to take a couple days off work to rest and recover.
It dawned on me as I took a hot shower just now that I said the Tablet of Ahmad on the way into work this morning. I find myself pondering now just how dangerous cars can be. Interestingly enough, my friend Christy had the exact same accident in the exact same intersection last year, except she plowed into the person who pulled in front of her and totalled her friend’s brand new car (she was designated driver). You’d think by now they’d install a green left-turn arrow.
As I drove home from work today, I saw a motorcycle pop a wheelie and get up to a buck and change on my street. I remember thinking about how cool that was. Nothing like a little wake up call to make you appreciate the unforgiving brutality of momentum, and savor each new moment you’re granted that much more.
Arthur C. Clarke, one of my most exalted heroes, has passed to the next world. There is no way I could ever pay proper respect to his spirit or legacy, so I’ll let him speak for himself.
Rest in peace, Mr. Clarke, immersed in everlasting joy and assured in your new, infinite knowledge that all your wishes are true, and will come true for us.
You like coincidences? Check out my most recent flickr photo, which I posted before leaving for Mexico and have left up for nearly a week. I have read 2001: A Space Odyssey, and 2010: Odyssey Two, but until today I did not know that the second sequel was entitled 2061: Odyssey Three. Third book’s the chardm, as they say.
P.S. This is my third visit to Mexico.