Theoretica

Some of us like to believe that we walk away from pain by choice —that reflex moves us away from the open flame — and that we have perspective on and control over the sea of worldliness in which we swim. We like to believe that will delivers us from suffering.

But in another world — the one that floats above our heads, below the canopy of our cloudy future — things are done and undone by time and by the hands of lesser gods. In that world, we are delivered from pain and awkwardness without our knowledge or consent.

And so the eras that we suffer through will one day appear, intermittently and faintly, as blips on the proverbial radar and the pains that once rang through us will hang like bells in the abandoned house of god.

Innocence will be gone, but at least she will have taken suffering with her.

I got a new job yesterday, and also a root canal.

Here’s to walking away from pain, in pain.