So here we are. My first blog day. The creation of and birthday, delivery and conception date of my first foray into spilling my crap out into cyberspace for all to see.
It is August 20, 2009. Just two weeks away from my birthday and a week from the day I spotted my first gray hair on my head. Big day, folks.
We all know that we cannot live forever but it is the little tangible reminders in life that make the realization of pending mortality more concrete. The fruit from the vine has ripened and will, from this point on, turn a little bit more mushy and elastic with each day that passes. I can sense the fruit flies gathering overhead, a bittersweet reminder to live each day more keenly than the last. I will seize my day and jump head-long over the edge of a cliff, naked like Howard Roark -- albeit with a little sunblock spf 50 applied liberally to ward off sun damage.
We must all be cognizant of our little place in the universe ... which brings me to Jupiter.
My friend, my enemy, my constant companion, my mentor, my love, my little (or not so little) guardian in this case. The all-seeing, ever turning, constant mammoth known as the big J.
Jupiter, whose hurricane-force storms and winds can swallow Earth and me and everything that I hold dear in a blink of an eye, in less than one divine turn of its ever-evolving and revolving heavenly body, that great big guy who looms overhead like a lurid and surreal fantasy world. How epic and grotesque is your glory.
Jupiter, a cosmic metaphor, that lends a wonderful POV of what it is to live in the now. It is a self-sustainable thing whose core generates more energy than it receives from the sun. How cool is that, my friend?
When I envisage my big buddy, it allows me to revel in my smallness, looking inward and outward for inspiration, taking in the fact that everything I know is nothing and that everything that can be known is only a fraction of what truly lies beyond.
Yearning for something is bittersweet too. Craving and hungering for a creative spark to light the fire in one's soul is only a delicacy worth having if it leads to something substantive and does not get dissolved into the ether of one's wistful flights of fancy. If my words mean anything at all, let it be an homage to creativity itself and to a passionate exploration of my own little life. Take it as you like.
