A creative force
It is always the unconventional that holds attention. The
mundane and the commonplace are the dust of the earth, transmitting little
light and color. The creative and innovative are the salt and spice of life,
breathing life and energy into the soul.
As we blossom we are rejuvenated from a sapling; only the
young soak in fresh ideas like a sponge; they are a springboard from which new
life springs; the fire that vitalizes and kindles all life; the source of
growth and evolution.
In youth is spawned hope; the old will no more feel gusty
winds; they have lost the elasticity to expand and embrace new life; their
minds and bodies have shrunk and are unable to drink the delicious nectar of
life; to pick virgin blossoms from the garden. They are static and in denial.
Nature is selfish and must sustain itself; it invests in the
young alone, and gives the derelict a cursory shove into the past; the mighty
and the arrogant must fall and perish one day.
This is the crux and irony of life; this is the gravity that
holds the symmetry, this is our human consciousness in a flux.