The One With Water and Duck Metaphors. The Dino Is Mentioned.

03/31/2006 7:32 AM - 7:54 AM

-I know and am convinced by the Lord Jesus that there is nothing unclean of itself; but to him who considers anything to be unclean, to him it is unclean- and what did he mean by that? Context, they say, context. But there it is and Paul wasn’t the best for respecting the context. But –who then is Paul, and who is Apollos?- We just pick it up and go. We smell the cool, clean breeze that passes by the window.

What will I do? I’ll know when I get there. Just put some aside and go with it. What is it that you’re wondering? What is it that disturbs the surface? The fish deep down only feel a gentle pull that is there then gone. The boats on the surface are thrown and smashed. Eventually, we all sink down to the level of the sleeping rock. But that is faith, and an unorthodox faith at that. We venture out on the path with little assurance. Is it our nature to do so? Is it a divine mandate? Is it an accident – further effects of the minute fluctuations of the trench seaweed quanta? Pick it up and set it down. Set it down and pick it up. Listen to the Dino and slide deeper into the sleeping bag.

Where were you just that second ago? It was fine. Come back to fine. The ripples scatter and are reabsorbed into the ripple-maker. It isn’t a matter of putting on the brakes, remember that. It’s just taking your foot off the gas and watching. Watching all the girls, watching all the girls walk by. Never forget, it’s just a song: the trumpet swells and then falls off. Say, “thank you,” and get up from the table. Do the dishes and then watch TV and have a cocktail. There’s this. Just this here. What do you want? Why do you want? Where is the spark kept? But do you deny the existence of the spark? Do you know, one way or the other? It looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck. But it’s only a movie of a duck. And a cartoon at that. So foolish to be fooled! Odd though. Because it’s still a duck. What do you want to be when you grow up? Haven’t you figured that out yet? You are what you want to be when you grow up. There’s that breeze again. It smells like the dawn. It smells like the spring. It smells like today. Close your eyes and inhale, floating through the star-filled water. It’s all right here. You can’t catch it; you can only make a home for it and invite in to stay. It’s all right here.