Monday, January 03, 2011

The Pit


I do not have any kind of understanding.


Nor can I make progress, nor stand in place.


I am dragged relentlessly back into the pit.


All the pretty things in the world seem cheap and tawdry and beyond sad.


I know that these feelings, too, are a figment of my imagination.


Above all this, the sun still shines and the moon glows and stars without number ignite in the silence of space.





Blogger Elizabeth said...

And miniature worlds are fantastic.

I thought of you today as I read a bit of something or other about consciousness, the brain, etc.

7:32 PM  
Blogger Ms. Moon said...

You know what? I wish that we didn't find ourselves in the pit, even though yes, it is part of our lives, another room in our house, so to speak. But still...the energy it requires to find our hands and feet and heads and put them all back together so that we can climb out seems such a waste but until we can, we can't see that moon, that sun, those stars.

5:56 AM  
Blogger Mel said...

When all the pretty things seem sad to me, I try experience simple things, real things, like a crisp sunrise, or a clear night with a full moon. I have always felt better about life when I'm outdoors, feeling small in the face of it all. Stripped to basics.
Perception is a blessing and a curse. You see too much, you see it all, and you're smart enough to want to try and make sense of that which makes no sense. Ergo the pit.
Somedays I wonder if I would trade sentience to be a happy idiot, but that is not my destiny. Nor yours, apparently.
Your posts are sublime and so thought provoking that I'm often left lurking, speechless.

6:33 AM  
Blogger 37paddington said...

i don't know what to say, except to say i'm here.

6:48 AM  
Blogger Marylinn Kelly said...

Another speechless lurker who spent time today wondering where I would be if happy idiot had been a choice. All the forces that act upon us, and we still find moments of wonder.

6:35 PM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

I'm not sure why I wrote what I wrote up there -- about miniature worlds. I think it was the photo. The pit as miniature. But hardly fantastic. I'm not glib and am rummaging around in my own miniature pit today. Hoping you've climbed on out or have built something fantastic. Peace to you.

10:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i think you're swell.

6:03 PM  
Blogger Mim said...

Ah, the pit--Gehenna-like.

The morning star is a knock-out. 4 AM shining.

Your reader,

2:55 PM  
Blogger deirdre said...

I just read, Lisa Moore I think, that grace comes from a state of uncertainty.

I think you have it.

But I'm pretty sure it's easier to recognize from the outside looking in.

4:02 PM  
Blogger Petit fleur said...

It's weird that when I am in the cloud or pit, I can't remember what it feels like not to be... and vica versa. I remember it was bad and I didn't like it, but I can't conjure up the actual feeling.

I guess that's a blessing.

Throwing rope down the pit for you,

5:01 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

This is an amazing blog, I found you via Ms. Moon and will add you to my blog roll, i understand your blog and what you write.

1:13 PM  
Blogger deirdre said...

I hope you're good.

6:40 AM  
Blogger 37paddington said...

hey, friend. just checking in. be well.

4:11 PM  
Blogger Jaye Ramsey Sutter said...

checking on you.

2:33 PM  
Blogger Claire Beynon said...

Hello Scott - extending a hand, a carabiner, a buoy, a ladder. Hope you're okay. C

3:29 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Hey everybody-

Thank you for your concern and your thoughts and comments.

sometimes I am just away.

it never, never means that I'm not grateful to you for your friendship.

it does, however, make me kind of a bad friend.



1:22 PM  

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