WHAT DOES IT MEAN? This is the question that unlocks the obvious so hidden in the complexity of this state of being we find ourselves in. It was to Jordan Peterson that I owe this traumatic observation. I mean, what does that mean? How can you go through life just observing, just meandering along, bumping into some things as you go along as if the last hours were meaningless; as if time was just time and you passed from some point to some other point on your journey, like the clouds being moved into so many imaginable forms by the whims of the winds, but never aware of their role in life's passing.
Of course, you could be the hero, constantly awake, moving like the shark in shallow water, searching out a problem to resolve. You sense your surroundings and understand the world's desperate need to be saved. It means something to be a shark.
Or perhaps you the kindly person trying to help those who do not want your help, or are afraid for any number of reasons. What does it mean to look in the eyes of the helpless?
What stops you and starts you is motion, motivation, an act of responding to time, to need, to survival, to fulfillment or purpose. Something out front that you are moving toward almost as an instinct captured in thought, visualized in an instant that says go and do. Why is that motivation so hard to grasp, and if found, remain, in a comfortable garment of certainty?
And along the way you encounter new things, the unexpected, the got ya obstacles yearning for the traveler. And you must experience and embrace as a challenge, a right of passage along the route. No more than learning the value of a map and compass.
Are you clouds captured in the wind or the wind itself, reflecting on the pleasure of its artful manipulation of the cloud. What is it you seek to represent, to capture today and leave in passing as the wind on the cloud? What meaning do you attribute to it?
