Just when we are confident we have it all worked out. Experience, observation and wisdom have all lined up, the necessary pieces not fit together and lo and behold, along comes a wrench when we really needed a flathead...
And so we go back to the box, drawing plane, surface situation and jam pack it with things for things or whatchamacallits for thingamajigs that jimmy rigged together. For now, all went make to a humming working order; fixed and figured up from out of order to smooth sailing, for now we feel like Master Craftsmen and ultimately it feels good to be needed, a take it not a lever, our ingenuity to be necessary for some end, the right job for the right tool and all that.
Now, just what in the world are we talking about? Just about everything. Life is a series of working-on-it-fixing-it-thing-a-ma-jigs or some such sequence of events-some repetitive, others seemingly (k)new.
The anarchist in the village is change and the little devil is ruining the peace, his presence spells CHANGE, I know it is scary. It is offensive. It is personal, it is a dirty harsh word.
Change is change-worthy, that is the one thing that never changes with change, it never changes to one thing without changing again. Change, for better or worse, finds us. Change changes us. It changes situations, it can appear good or bad, it can be quick or calculating but never lingers too long in any one location.
The day it all breaks down, when change decides to stay too long, the day we notice it changing the way we live while we are busy living someway building up resistances, walls, and barriers, we will realize our bricks were made with straw and are starting to break down under current circumstances, that is the changing, the current of energy, the flux swung wider.
At the outset, we knew we need the AC and DC to work with electricity properly, and it is shocking-the resistance to change at our fingertips-at failure to understand proper conductivity and the power to change.
Climate changes. Yes, it does. We have seen this and every generation calls it new, a revelation in cycles. We make our homes so cozy and relatively free of quantum jitters, from inside we are protected from erratic tsunamis of gravity and this keeps most of us calm, accepting and willing to try change if only to move to higher ground.
Our cars, our planes, our holograms and computers are coming in stronger but we still do not see the necessity for change, who asks a baby not to grow? Every mother, of course-but that is love and something (holy) inexplicable. Wait until our computer fall short…Next we think we can direct the comets were to free fall-not too close-now-stay safe-stay alert. There may be patterns bigger than you or I can see, or correlate and restate as experience and knowing. It’s not personal, this change wasn’t about you. Look up! That is no rainbow, it’s a silver lining-come stand over here.
See, it wish I wrote faster-it already changed again.
Image courtesy of By NASA/JPL-Caltech/Space Science Institute [Public domain], Peering into storm (Earth) via Wikimedia Commons.
Image courtesy of By NASA/JPL-Caltech/Space Science Institute [Public domain], Peering into storm (Earth) via Wikimedia Commons.