Metamorphosis

We who walk the earth so boldly and confidently, oblivious to our own frailty, are deceived. That we believe we have so much control over ourselves and our environment only demonstrates the completeness of our self-delusion.

All we have to do is look around.

Priorities and convictions we once held so close to heart we now brush off as foolish. We laugh, saying, "How could we have been so immature?" Why is it that we hold our own opinions so highly?

Mystery and paradox, mist and shadow.

So I find myself testing out this blogging thing. I have no desire to showcase my emotions, my inner thoughts. Not in this context anyway, where reality can be easily ignored. Yet perhaps it can be another means to process, to dialogue, to be present among friends. If so, it deserves at least an attempt.