UNTO MY DEAREST DARLING MINERVA:
Upon The Near Occasion Of Her Fortieth Birthday:
I imagine, by this age, you believe yourself to have seen all the things of worth which are beheld within this wondrous world of ours, but allow me to assure you, in that assumption you are wrong.
Despite having twice your years, and a great deal less wisdom, even I have come to learn of the miraculous and ever-changing nature of all things, which cannot be still within one simple pattern, to be memorized at once, lasting from then, unto the many ages of all time.
We are not bound unto this pale existence, which bleeds slowly on from day to day; for we are makers also of the chaos, of which we must play our part. No measure can determine what secret potential lies buried dormant, within your gentle heart, waiting for the proper moment to surround you with its sudden joys.
While you may feel often wearied by this harsh, unkindly world, which seems to sap the strength from within your very soul, you must always resist that grand, deceiving comfort, so often embraced, as mediocrity, because your true purpose, worth and hope lies not upon that path.
While you may deem yourself to be basking in the late and failing splendor of your former greatness, I must at once clearly reassure and lovingly correct you, for as certainly as you read these words which I have penned, once your youthfulness has past, life continues, contrary to that which you may have previously been told, with both its own renewed rewards as well as its own redoubled sufferings.
The adventure that is your life continues, to be examined and enjoyed, that you make the best of each and any opportunity that might present itself, within the bright and beauteous gift that is your every waking moment.
Although you have been both tried and tested, beyond all need of recompense, you must not falter, before the weight of that untold greatness which you bear. Even while you might pause, to think you are in some way hopeless, aimless or defeated, I must endeavor to remind you, of the vastness of the riches you will always have contained within yourself.
I imagine, by this age, you believe yourself to have seen all the things of worth which are beheld within this wondrous world of ours, but allow me to assure you, in that assumption you are wrong.
Despite having twice your years, and a great deal less wisdom, even I have come to learn of the miraculous and ever-changing nature of all things, which cannot be still within one simple pattern, to be memorized at once, lasting from then, unto the many ages of all time.
We are not bound unto this pale existence, which bleeds slowly on from day to day; for we are makers also of the chaos, of which we must play our part. No measure can determine what secret potential lies buried dormant, within your gentle heart, waiting for the proper moment to surround you with its sudden joys.
While you may feel often wearied by this harsh, unkindly world, which seems to sap the strength from within your very soul, you must always resist that grand, deceiving comfort, so often embraced, as mediocrity, because your true purpose, worth and hope lies not upon that path.
While you may deem yourself to be basking in the late and failing splendor of your former greatness, I must at once clearly reassure and lovingly correct you, for as certainly as you read these words which I have penned, once your youthfulness has past, life continues, contrary to that which you may have previously been told, with both its own renewed rewards as well as its own redoubled sufferings.
The adventure that is your life continues, to be examined and enjoyed, that you make the best of each and any opportunity that might present itself, within the bright and beauteous gift that is your every waking moment.
Although you have been both tried and tested, beyond all need of recompense, you must not falter, before the weight of that untold greatness which you bear. Even while you might pause, to think you are in some way hopeless, aimless or defeated, I must endeavor to remind you, of the vastness of the riches you will always have contained within yourself.
posted by Valhenstrogg | Saturday, March 26, 2005
1 Comments:
Take heed, ye weary travellers, for I pause to bring you now an ancient musing of most curious import; written as though searching to provide these enfeebling, fictitious appendages of our mutually shared and sacred being, with both the sanctity of wisdom, and the sage grandfatherly advice, which I myslef have rarely ever known.
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