in today's second coffee shop, the square geometric large fixture illuminated the blue ceiling and unbeknowingly illuminated this joyous truth in my mind. and i had no one to share it with. normally, I'd look across the table and random spew this version of a brain bunny to a fellow-friend-journeyer always across the table. now, there wasn't even a seat on the other side.
loneliness
it'd moved up from my heart to my mind, a journey usually partook in the inverse for me (so this was an startlingly uncomfortable migration pattern). the hollow of a too full kind of empty. the endless echo-camber-thoughts which reverberate in, uncaught by another. the circled cascade of emotions without a human outlet to intercept their crashing cascade.
loneliness
i was actually using it as an angle for my midweek message. did i choose it as the intro, or did it choose me? i think i was mutual.
Harvard unpeeled that its hollow's effects affect us more than obesity, treat our bodies' mortality rate like smoking 15 cigarettes a day, handle our chronic stress like low grade fight or flight, dwell in our bodies in the same region as pain.
loneliness
my body feels its devoid sate, and. my soul harrowed with its compounded devolution. it is not good for man to be alone. not good—shed of the rounded settledness of harmonious existence. good—the round settledness of harmonious existence.
where thoughts are tossed back and forth and grown into something beautiful, where we funnel each other's cascading emotions and refine them with enigmas of purpose and hope, where we are close enough to have the choice to leave but are bonded together only through the then enduring choice to stay.
resonance cannot. exist in isolation, harmonies cannot form without the threat of dissonance. neither finds life if they do not find another sequence of wave lengths vibrated by another mystery of being
encapsulated in living flesh, risk (capital R).
ceilings might be the most under-appreciated architectural feature of all, simple.
courage, dear heart
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