Blog #22

For some reason I always questioned the crossing of the return threshold. I never understood why the hero had to return and re-assimilate with the others around him that he is no longer really wholly a part of anymore. I know the ultimate goal is for the hero to be the master of two worlds and walk away with a great knowledge or truth or item that grants him some such knowledge or truth. I suppose I always liked a lack of completion, or a sense of abandonment. To me the idea that we can learn some great truth and remain in that world is so appealing. I surly can not be the first to wish to deny the return. For me Whitman was one of those people who was truly a master of both worlds. He recognized how to dwell in that liminal state in such a manner that it became effortless. When I really think about this, I get the felling that I’m not yet prepared for it to become effortless. I am the one that worked hard to obtain this truth. What good will it do to others who haven’t experienced what I have? How could it possibly aide them in any way? I suppose that I have known the answer the whole time, and in fact have been trying to return for quite some time and become the master of both worlds, because my story can help people understand my piece of life that exists in this world. They can’t understand anything other than what I present to them. They are also free to reject what I say, and denounce it as lies and slander. Let them. I shall be a liar, a thief, and an outlaw. However because I am those things I shall also be prophet, a giver, and a lover. After all, isn’t love the greatest outlaw of all time? As Tom Robbins put it, can’t we only aide and abet love instead of keeping and making it do what we wish? Sadly, this jumbled series of thoughts are things that fill my troubled head from time to time and I fear that there is no simple solution. Well, in fact the solution is quite simple, it’s just that where I am currently in my life may not be the best time to act upon it. Even stating that infers that now is actually the best time to do such a thing, so I suppose I shall just do it. I will return and attempt to become a master of both worlds now. I will really try to live in that liminal state that Whitman did, as long as it remains practical. Oh boy, here goes nothing.

Poem #27: Freeverse

What is I?
Perhaps it would be better to phrase the question in this manner: “What does I imply?”
Certainly I am not the first to grapple with this question, nor will I be the last.
Those facts aside, what is meant when I is used?
When seriously thought about there is no simple solution.
I is anything and everything.
Does this mean then that I is nothing?
Of course it does, because nothing and everything come hand in hand, like old friends, or peaceful lovers.
How is it then that I understood by everyone whether it is implied or simply said or spoken?
Perhaps the best way to handle this is by tell you how I fell.
I feel that I is me.
I feel that I is you.
I also happen to feel that I is us.
One could say that I feel that I is everything and anything and therefore nothing, but that would surly understate my point.
I believe I to be a wonderful idea capable of being extremely intimate with everything at once without stepping on anyone’s toes.
There is no dispute over a use of the word I, merely explanations if it’s use desires context.
I feel this way.
I feel that way.
I am, I was, I will be, I must be, I, I, I, I, I, I.
In short, I am I.
In long, I am you and you are me, and me is I as well as everything, and therefore nothing.
I just am.

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