Somewhere nearer the end of the last book I slept with, it read:
‘So many don’t want to exchange the habit of existence with the darkness of being.’
Usually I never remember lines from books, not even my own – but this one intrigues me. It captivates my heart, my dreams even.
Then I listened to this song, which seems to portray an equal message.
Walking through the finest morning with dew cobwebs I wondered if – when we dig long enough – we will reach the bottom of our soul, destination Self, facing what really hurts us. The core of evil, if you so will. Then I went on to think about how much my mother used to smoke (during pregnancy).
It didn’t lead anywhere, but to a quiet station with a leaky roof.