#24
Godot Stood Me Up!

Are you an existentialist? Do you hope in a situation that offers no hope?

I do. I hope that the wolf in me will not become a dog. What a hopeless song and prayer to survive wild in the manufactured world.

Vladimir and Estragon are shining and alive in the soul pouch that each of us carries -- that soul pouch sewn from human skin.

You know what I'm talking about. Our human bodies are the soul pouch. And there are human voices inside, flashing like madness.

We have returned from the farthest reaches. We crossed through four billion years of organic evolution to arrive here in this pitiless world.

Why? To struggle with hopelessness?

Blank or filled with text, the page offers hope -- the hope of meaning. Our hopeless encounter with the pitiless world has this one hope.

But enormous concentration is required to fulfill this hope. Whether blank or filled with text, the page requires great concentration.

Perceptions wander. Our souls wander. We don't want to stay on the page. We belong in the elemental world where we are alive and wild.

Perceptions do not hold still. The mind wanders. The soul wanders further. We will not be constrained by myth or myth's fatefulness.

And so, we fall off the page. Hope falls away. And here we are again, in the hopeless world.

Godot stood me up.

Or maybe I just couldn't wait any longer.