No End

The idea hasn't been fully formed yet but the urge to uncover it is there. The compulsion to know is gaining momentum, like a rock rolling down a hill. Not necessarily a steep one, but even the slightest incline (or decline, in this case) is sufficient enough to sustain the ever-accelerating movement. It's the same motion that we frequently experience before reaching the bottom of the hill, bumping our head along the way with greater intensity through the continuous roll until we smack our whole being at the tree trunk, seeing stars (though not the pretty ones in the dark blue sky), regaining some footing, wondering how in the world we got here. What once appeared to be the top of the world has turned into the road to... No need to pin down the exact word here. The image is pretty clear. 

Returning to the compulsion to know. We sink and we float. The sinking floatation device. What a concept! We are a floatation device that can sink, and frequently does so. Fat floats and muscle sinks. A little softness around the hardness seems to provide just enough of a lightness to float, easily, readily, effortlessly.  With a smile of amusement and curiosity. Remove the softness, and just as readily and easily and effortlessly formed dead weight is nearly impossible to move across the resistance of the water.

Tough on the inside and soft on the outside. The opposite of an ice cream bar, the chocolate bar, and very close to the crossbar. Suddenly, we're looking at a rather solid and secure design with deceivingly soft and even attractive artwork overlaying the strength. Just like a woman. The feminine enveloping the masculine. The universe embracing the world. It is in her arms, under her protection, do we arise and grow into powerful configurations.

The compulsion to know the flow of all things.....Even if only down the mountain to the anticipated destruction at the bottom. Though, it is rather possible, that there is no end to be reached, that only the movement is all that matters, and the process is easy and effortless, and that all is required is a genuine smile and a layer of flexible matter to serve as padding against the rocky road.