Falling Off

It's a long way down. A very long way. But in order to get there the first step must be taken. That's the hard part.

Leaving the flock and foraging on one's own is not for the faint of heart. The pull is quite strong and few become the ones who step out of the limelight in order to pursue virtue. Being one of the same is being nothing special but it is so much more than that.

In speaking to the dead it can be difficult to discern the 'finer' points of life and living. Leaving the plantation requires one to become something other than what one and where one was. Moving from here to there life unfolds or so it has been foretold. In the process we become.

It is true, there has been a foretelling.

It is in the so-called future that all happens. There are no accidents and there is no such thing as 'coincidence'. The truth of the matter is that it all happens now. The hard part is surfing it all at once. Perspective means everything.

While we live we are dead to all else.