The MOON
Suddenly we’re supposed to “fake it till we make it?” But if we’re still sick, how can we ever “act” healthy? And how can we “get” healthy if we can’t act that way?. Welcome to the limitations of language. At first glance “as if” behavior seems to offer only pale imitations of The Real Thing, just as the moon is only a silver echo of the Sun’s gold. But when we are recovering from first degree burns caused by our seemingly absolute inability to get away from the raging fires of self-harm what we can’t see that the “Real Thing” our minds revere is Death itself. Always the dead will call to us. But “Life” is what we truly seek, the power of living in the Now. It will seem unfamiliar at first. This is a path we have never trodden. When contrasted with blissful (often childhood) memories we deliberately turn away from the Life of Now. But Now is all we have. Turn away from the pernicious fantasy. Enjoy the soft silvery embrace of the Moon; let’s not dwell on memories of sunburn among the ghosts.
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