Love to Believe

Tales of Gender Relations : III

 

 

 

 

Believe in love? Why? What does love do? Perhaps to make peaceful our experiences of ourselves or to bring a little quake of excitement to our activity ... from the expectation to the achievement .... and then to look for something else to achieve.

Perhaps love seeks to conquer and to bring to the world the birth of a new impulse, something that affirms our experience of the self. I used to be a star in the heavens, then I found the descent, grew up as a deer on the plains and am now a man. Do I believe that? Maybe I do, but does it matter? I think perhaps I'm on the way to a new species beyond man, someone that takes breakfast on Alderbaran and then tea by the shores of the mediterranean in Algiers.

I love to believe in possibilities ..... go hunting for ' Scortrons ' on the constellation Carinae with the one-shot civil war musket .... swim with the whale mother up the immortal path of the hydra and emerge up in the scalp with the 6-heads of mother earth ..... and from there to view myself and the world in my mind.

To loose myself in the primeval rain forests of the tropics, swing on the rattan vines and jump onto the backs of the giant eagles as they glide under the green canopy. I dream, I imagine many things ..... with no fear .... for I'm trying out a new recipe today with beef and Coleus Aromaticus, an ancient herb that was used in cooking. I can't wait to get to it.

But as I am doing these things, I take a moment to look at myself and realize that this is what I'll always be. Everything else changes, but I'll always be me.