The Bottom Shelf Review

   Ok, here we are old trusty pad and pen. Where shall we begin? I am born, I grow up, I live, and I die. Every moment lost in the present is a moment gained in the past, forever nibbling away at the future like a worm through an apple, leaving a little trail of remembrances in its wake. Progress is slow and steady, heartbeats mark the passage of time. Thump thump. How can we define the journey of a soul as it accumulates experience and wisdom during its foray into the great unknown?

   Memories, moments, fleeting fragments of encapsulated experiences strewn across the floor like puzzle pieces until they make some semblance of sense.  Some fit, some do not. Here is where we will try to find our answers. Here we will delve deeply into the duplicitous duality of reality and see what we can see.

   “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known,” (1 Corinthians 11-12).

   The older I get, the more I see this passage reflected in the world around me. It is still the same world shrouded in mystery, ever since the dawn of recorded history, however my perspective and perception of that world continues to grow and evolve into some mutated amalgamation of postulation pondering God’s creation, confounded and convoluted from breathing in too much air that is polluted. I push on relentlessly, never pretentiously, trying to find the words to express what is on my mind. But when you get right down to it, it is the blind leading the blind.

   Still I wander on, muddling my way through the muddied waters of life. Acquiescing to the blessings that rain down from the skies and unfurl their surprise before my very eyes. I try to devise a way to paint the perfect picture, founded in scripture to capture the rapture before I forget. I always forget. I forget a lot. I forget more than most people bother to learn. Thump thump. I forgot to breathe.

   In the space of one breath, these few paragraphs are contained. A fleeting moment arrested and detained, at the border where the pen meets the page. The words get tossed into their paper cage, depicting a daguerreotype disproportionately duplicated and manifested meticulously until its essence can be extrapolated for exposition. Thump thump. How did we find ourselves in this position?

   I have a condition, upon completion of this confounding chronicle, please consider conflagration of this rendition. I would not have these words reach the delegation and be subject to arbitrary arbitration. My life has been scrutinized enough. Yes it was rough, but still I aspire to reach ever higher and get what I desire. Perched upon the precipice at the pinnacle of proselytization is where I constantly find myself (pun intended!). Hard work pays, and bullshit stays, so get out of my way, I’m coming up!