Doug: We See but Through a Glass Darkly...

It's like living in a dream. Watching your past life in slow motion. The slow motion is so you can see the subtle changes. The differences that both reassure and disquiet you.

This world turns without you. Life goes on, people love, live, laugh... die. With or without you around them.

And you slowly drift away. The tides of the world ebb and flow, current and gulf stream travels East, West. Convection takes you up and down. The poles reverse, North becomes South. It's easy to get lost, forget who you were. See clearly who you're becoming.

They say in a few thousand years Polaris won't be the north star anymore.

Everything stays the same, everything changes. They say we see but through a glass darkly....

Glass is a liquid, mutable, changable. Glass in churches hundreds of years old has flowed to the bottom of the pane. The top is paper thin, the bottom thick as a finger.

We see but though a ever changing mixture of molecules and atoms what became of the lives we left behind. It is strange, the world turns, and no one notices.

Miracles, such as life, love, happiness, they're so fragile. How can they survive gaps in space and time? Distance is imaginary. You are where your thoughts take you. An idea takes you home. A longing brings your love.

Where is home when you are a stranger to your own people? When the people you trust your back to are not who you remember them to be? When you are not the person you remember being? How can you trust anything when you cannot trust even yourself?

Take the one link tying you to your old life, examine it, hold it in your hands, feel the weight of it.

Cut it.

Freefall.

Wings spread. The ground rushes to close the gap.

Not going to make it.

Updraft.

Sunlight breaks over the mountains to the east.

New Dawn.

Curtains.

-Doug

"Do I look like a guy with a plan?"

Heath Ledger "The Dark Knight"