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Slap In the Face

like a slap in the face or cold water from the tap splashed up from your hands first thing in the morning dripping cool down your forehead with drops traveling down the slope of your nose--- the notion that you will never know everything that it is that you want to know & that you really don’t know that much to begin with, it can sting at first, but then it can illuminate & with it comes a renewed love of life & a renewed interest in your fellow humans--- because everyone has something interesting about them which can be revealed through conversation & getting to know each other without any prior motivation & without any ulterior motive--- instead, human communication can blossom, much like a great work of art which when produced by an artist, sparks the imagination in that very moment of creation & at the same time, amazes & even inspires others when its conclusion is reached. our potential in the short time that we are alive, may very well be so vast that we ourselves cannot comprehend it--- & for that reason, the wealth of possibilities which lie right at our fingertips seems to articulate itself as the only real pool of images, sounds & actions that should appropriately stand before us when we open our eyes after that slap in the face.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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