Fencing with an Omelette

Step 1 – break eggs

Whispers in the mind distracted her, fingers tightening around her heart made her catch on her breath, gasping, wanting life and yet wishing to die. When would she reach the fulfilment of her life, the ultimate, when love and wonder mix with all the other worldly emotions. We are fragile as eggs, kept perfect, harmonious and innocent within our shells. Ho swoon they will be broken, destroyed and the moment stolen from us. Alone we stand together, where on difference in another person makes them so alien from us, immediately cast away, forgotten. It shall be timeless. The words have been inscribed on the heavens, in the stars, throughout the sea; timelessness is murmured in the clouds, seen in shadows on the moon, remembered by mountains, subtle in beauty. It shall be timeless. It is an order. We cannot go against the law set down before our petty lives were even considered, before our verse was written, before our part was cast. We were never meant to be. Our existence is but a minor confusion of the powers that be. Our existence is a mistake. We should not be here. And yet gradually fade away, as the sound diminishes after the cymbal has been struck. It shall be …

And across time children were laughing, all together, living in a way which seems to pass us by as the years build up. Seeing life from a different point of view which are we are now blind to. They think they’ll go on forever, they think they will succeed where others have failed; believing the world had been lacking until the moment of their birth. And what a wonderful way to live. Where every tomorrow opens up new possibilities, new hope, new smiles, new tears. Together they will break hearts, wreck lives, leave their mark of pain. Yet now all they do is sit together and laugh, thinking of loved ones, planning their parties. If only life would fit the plans we make. Why not let God be God?

 

You ask her a question, she gives you a proverb. All she could do was to call out across the air, through a kaleidoscope of autumn leaves, through a lifetime of tears, burdened with experience; all she could do, all she could give to them, all she could off, all she could say was ‘stay young’.