I have spent half an hour reading and sending e-mails. Now my head is buzzing with other people’s words and concerns. Meanwhile, my muse has been whispering in my ear that it’s time to write. But another voice, my sense of duty, has been issuing orders in German. “Mach schnell!” Hurry up and do your duty. And so I do, and so I have done, and so I will do.
My purpose in bringing my laptop to bed with me was to write. So now I write.
Dark window blinds could not keep last night’s full moon’s illumination out of my room. It slipped in around the edges of the blinds, slithered quietly down the walls and lay in a shimmery puddle on the wood floor. The coverlet soaked up the pool of light and spread a thin, pale sheen over me. It crept into my dream and filled all the empty spaces with a honey-like substance so thick that I struggled to move my arms and legs in the Land of Terpsichore where I had been dancing on a wind-lashed beach with a spider monkey and a python.
But enough about me.
The war in Gaza creeps into my conscious mind at unexpected moments. Is there a solution to the conflict? I want to believe there is, and that it will be found soon. Why must suffering and death ever be considered for a single nanosecond as a solution to a problem?
Life is already suffering, and death comes all too soon.
My thought for the day. Life: enjoy it while you can.