The Heart Of The Beast----Page 8

There was a time to fill in the blank
spaces. And they were so easily filled. That
is perhaps the most amazing thing. That
someone could be on a path so sure as to
need little education. That someone could be
the dazzling product of a synthesis of
formal and self education. That this could
equal a life. That this could equal an
artist.
I remember those yesterdays with
nostalgia and awe. That no matter how
dirty the world could be there was
a light of understanding. It forever changed
my outlook. It made even mortality seem
a minor inconvenience. Those special days
became a drug of sorts that resulted in
years of withdrawal. Or was it merely a
transition to another view? Another pursuit?
Branches from the same tree?
And what of the future? Would I
receive a letter and package containing the
truth? Containing beauty? Has the muse who
was dead for so long returned? Why did
she die? How was life breathed into a being
that was cold and dead for so long?
The beast has raged on with a heart
that longed for reawakening. The spirit
almost drowned but found to be clinging
to the rocks of a twilight shoreline. A
new beginning contemplating a distant end.
And for you I know it has been a
similar voyage.