Housed within these folds of grey matter you will find persons and personalities encountered and entombed. Temporarily immortal through mind and consciousness as ghosts of my past, frozen in moment and memory.
These are the faces I see when I look back, these are my pinnacle moments of connectivity.
Temporary in time but infinite in reverberation. The friends that have helped define me and the strangers that struck a chord. The lovers and brothers and sisters and mothers. The family I was born into and the families I have gathered through folly and fate. People I have never met, people I will never encounter. People I could never know, but the impact of their stories has made an impact on mine.
And thus I pay it forward.
The very fabric of my existence is more intricate and breathtaking because of them. All souls through time and space. I want to feel my insignificance against the overwhelming reality of a history rich and complex and mounting beyond my lifetime of sight. A churning, undulating wave of people and life and love and loss and joy and triumph and victory and devastation. More depth of darkness and bright heights of glory. Such passion and pattern a people create in the smallest moments of life, that these are the throes of our voice screaming into infinity “Aye! We were here!”.
Each face and mind a jewel in the tapestry of humanity. Each one a living and dancing part of the Great Conversation.
To throw myself into the tsunami of people that color this life and with them, relish in the fleeting victory of existence this is nothing short of Nirvana.
In feeling this small I feel infinite.
These will be the stories that have embedded themselves in me. Be the person near or far, alive or dead, from my past or present, or even simply a story – each small moment to me is so, so important.
These stories to come will be my way of celebrating this. One by one as flights of fancy and a way of meditative receptiveness and empathy.
Celebrating life and Kaos,
The Great Conversation and The Human Condition
by strolling through my Galleria of Ghosts.