Observance I

Sitting, looking in the mirror at thousands of faces and stories. Occasionally tipping the surface to see that it is liquid and evasive.

Not much that I like beside pencil and paper.

Strange dreams that place me on the other side of a mountain, in the sun, at the beach, observing the high waves of a deep blue ocean.

It can be a blessing when all roads seem closed.

And there is only one way left to take, even though one does not know where it goes, and walk straight down the only path there is, at the mercy of a merciless god.

The flag has been flewn over a valley in mist.

But noone has seen it from below or above, because everyone was already dead and no more able to behold its moves in the wind. At this point in time.

Except me and a couple of strangers.

And upon facing the nature of this grey darkness, this not so distant and seeminlgy endless void over emptiness, I turn around and walk down the other side of the hill.

I walk into a sunny afternoon.

Sit down and get bored very quickly, walk on, round that hill, curious what might be there, what I had looked down upon in indifference previously. After All.

The taste of the pudding is in the eating.

But it is hard to taste it if you seem to lack all senses in tasting... And was the tear I shed in that boring moment a tear of sadness at loss or a tear of joy and ease?

Was I missing anything?

This electronic device is truely great, I can erase and correct at Will and as I please, in search for a nice form of expression.

Now I pick up that pencil.

In an attempt to reproduce on paper the written words, where they might look not quite the same as they did on this screen at 1280x1024 pixel resolution.

'Hurrah, hurrah' does the blacksmith say.

'Hurrah for my handiwork. Hurrah for the spear and sword! Hurrah for the hand that shall wield them well, For he shall be king and lord!'

So I pick up this... pencil.

Because there is not much more that I like, and only a few strokes later I ask, 'What for, for what?' upon which is whispered silently this answer into my ear;

For the mercy of a merciless god.