Heraclitus, in ancient Greece, compared the world order to an ever living fire, “kindling in measures and going out in measures.” Empedocles attributed the changes in the universe to the ebb and flow of two complementary forces, which he called “love” and “hate.
The fire rages on in spite of circumstance. It knows no boundaries. No limitations of time and space.
This series of experience shall not be confined. It will honour the ‘negative” and the “positive”, the above mentioned love and hate, the difficulties and successes. The days will be a concept, not literal in nature, but rather a basis and an expression.
Consecutive and linear time falls away in the context of deep meaning. As a human we must remember that part of us is still animalistic in nature, intuition and instinct thriving. An animal has no names for things. An animal just sees, smells, touches, and hears things, without the unnecessary labels, connotations. This is true, also, with time. Melting into a continual and un-judged experience. Moment by unnamed moment. A day is subjective, and may be longer or shorter, before or after days previous or forward. I am not a religious individual, but perhaps Genesis teaches that even seven days can span millions of human years.
The journey starts with a step. The steps don’t always go forward. Sometimes we get lost, and we backtrack. Sometimes sideways is important. Whatever the direction, new places and sights manifest. Wherever the adventure unfolds teachers appear, and we have to be somewhere. Somewhere right here. Somewhere right now. Human.
Wild Water and Wanderlust 