Saturday, June 2, 2012

Prose: Storm Restoration

By the time the sunlight stroke through the window this morning, there were no sign of last night's chaos and disorder. The dawn restores all that is wild to a state of normality. I suppose the nature has its ways to balance the orders of things. After all, there is no force without an equal and opposite force, for such are nature's pairs; sky and earth, people and places.

I wonder how could one exist by its entirety? Sky, on its own, is a space of emptiness, structureless, materialess. Earth, standing alone, consists soil, rocks, and metals, but holds no things. Yet nature's forces mix the two, such is how we get the space above, and a foothold below. Add in the laws of physics, patterns of chemistry, and a hint of spontaneity, life sustains. But those, people of antiquity have already pondered, through Greek classics.

I suppose in the modern world, people and places share in a similar dynamic. People, not at the right place, are lost. Places, not having the right people, are without hope. Hostile people creates a hostile place, and a hostile place turns pacific people hostile. What could, then, restore balance the way dawn restores light to darkness and chaos? 

It's not quite so simple. But I'm happy as long as we need not to abide by the place's constraints. Liberated, I feel.

Like the rain drops smashing onto the window, it is no longer dictated by the medium of space or the direction of the wind. Freedom, like nothing else.

Put on a lil tune and enjoy ;)


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