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Published On: Jul 25, 2008 01:39 PM
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Published On: Jul 25, 2008 01:39 PM
Choices, Choices
I'm sitting here drinking coffee in a Borders
bookstore in Albuquerque; I checked out of my hotel and walked over here.
There's soft music playing, and a few conversations going on but all in all, the
world is as quiet here as it gets anywhere anymore.
Obviously, I made it back from Iraq, or else this particular afterlife is stranger than most.
I've heard it said that if one were able to stand at the North Pole, no matter what direction one faced it would be South. This makes logical sense in one respect. After all, when one has walked to that point, whether from the East, West or South (which seem to rapidly lose their meaning in that context, for it follows that one is always approaching the North Pole from the South), when that point has been reached, to continue walking will take one further from North, with no possibility of approaching it more closely. It's like zero on a number line, or the Origin on a grid.
In my mind, though, it's ridiculous. My inner conception of this idea is like those old Adventure text games, where one would see possible directions (You can go South, North, or West) which eventually whittle down to one possibility (You can go South). All other directions, in my mental image, have an impermeable gray haze hanging over them, and one is, in essence, herded South.
If you dont see a possible connection with your own life, then lucky you.
Right now, I'm at the North Pole (for the sake of analogy, forget that I just said I'm in Albuquerque, or use a typical American's ignorance of geography to assume they're the same place). My new job is waiting for me in DC, and I begin August 11th. No matter where I sit drinking coffee between now and then, it is the North Pole, and my cubicle is South of here.
I'm not displeased about this at any means, and of course, I DO have a choice in the matter. I'm not going to get all bound up in whether I'm meant to or supposed to go there; it's irrelevant to my worldview. I'm going, and in between, I'll be sitting here at the North Pole. Or possibly the South Pole, as I'm told it's more in the realm of possibility when it comes to actual visitation. In that case, my job is North of here.
Obviously, I made it back from Iraq, or else this particular afterlife is stranger than most.
I've heard it said that if one were able to stand at the North Pole, no matter what direction one faced it would be South. This makes logical sense in one respect. After all, when one has walked to that point, whether from the East, West or South (which seem to rapidly lose their meaning in that context, for it follows that one is always approaching the North Pole from the South), when that point has been reached, to continue walking will take one further from North, with no possibility of approaching it more closely. It's like zero on a number line, or the Origin on a grid.
In my mind, though, it's ridiculous. My inner conception of this idea is like those old Adventure text games, where one would see possible directions (You can go South, North, or West) which eventually whittle down to one possibility (You can go South). All other directions, in my mental image, have an impermeable gray haze hanging over them, and one is, in essence, herded South.
If you dont see a possible connection with your own life, then lucky you.
Right now, I'm at the North Pole (for the sake of analogy, forget that I just said I'm in Albuquerque, or use a typical American's ignorance of geography to assume they're the same place). My new job is waiting for me in DC, and I begin August 11th. No matter where I sit drinking coffee between now and then, it is the North Pole, and my cubicle is South of here.
I'm not displeased about this at any means, and of course, I DO have a choice in the matter. I'm not going to get all bound up in whether I'm meant to or supposed to go there; it's irrelevant to my worldview. I'm going, and in between, I'll be sitting here at the North Pole. Or possibly the South Pole, as I'm told it's more in the realm of possibility when it comes to actual visitation. In that case, my job is North of here.
Posted: Thu - July 24, 2008 at 12:54 PM |
