its funny how we credit moments and insert them like coins into our heads. yet the memory jukebox. at material times. chooses to play at its own discretion what it deems unfit for the purpose in question. this would more positively be known as mind over matter. or that which nagatives sanity. but having put that in the context of a subject matter where the existence of self is almost as shamelessly shared as nature and us. the tension between the conversing mind and matter at stake is impossibly magnified. amongst all of which comparisons can be disputed. and refuted. the life of one very insignificant plant comes to mind. unchallenged. and like how we compartmentalise people into these pixelated one-dimensional seizures often drawn from the most prejudiced of ways. there is most certainly only one known characteristic about this plant.
muchly signified. overtly remembered. cardinally reminded. more often than not in an over the top sense. but it is true is it not. that what draws it back from the slightest possible invasion. is its natural instinct to protect itself. and as much as its fundamental necessity lies in sustaining its own life with the light that reaches it in all the right places. the very tactless defensive tactic arising most naturally remains its key source of survival. of comfort. and ancient as this may sound. what its been through and what its done to it has everything to do with what it is today. or the very least. what it appears to be.
silent as it is to the naked ear. the heartbeat lingers on. and there is no disguise which can hide where it exists. or stimulate where it does not. you just have to listen. harder. and feel.
for what its worth. the supreme happiness in life remains. in the conviction that we are loved. in spite of ourselves.
current aural of cant not - Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette.
