Tale as Old as Time (89)

Not Beauty and the Beast exactly. More like good and evil. Positive and negative. Yin and yang. Opposites in constant conflict, repelling, attracting, canceling each other out. Atomic, microscopic, macroscopic, universe sized collisions and avoidance. Nothing is ever truly settled. Nothing is every really balanced. Momentum, inertia, velocity.

There are times when encounters have great magnitude. Earth shaking, concussions that leave deep marks of disfigurement. Even after the wound heals and the scar has become familiar, it hurts. A shadow pain pulsates. But infrequently. Time does not heal all wounds. In fact sometimes it enhances them. There are always pocks and marks that remind us.

There have always been battles of will. Inner torment of guilt and rage that lead to betrayal or deception. A new shiny desire has often lead the most admirable of humans to do unthinkable things. We hold a certain discrepancy- for these collisions never make impact without damage. It might be insignificant at percussion but the waves of energy are never squelched.

Energy is colliding, transforming, never creating or destroying- mingling and bonding in a consistency uncontrollable. We can harness parts of it. Direct it. Funnel it. Use it as we wish. But energy is everywhere- it is literally the giver of life. Physics the melody, biology the harmony. Each requiring the raw essence of spontaneity.

So here we are engulfed with a smash, strike, slam of a wallop with a microscopic invader. The macro again meets the micro. Yet on a magnitude so vast it literally hit every corner of the globe. Contact begets failure. Connection propagates. Isolation sires prevention. But it also stirs up the energy pool.

What we had forgotten rises to the surface.

The drudge that remained bottom feeders are now chomping sea weed in the sunlight. Every form of energy is swirling- innovation, ingenuity, despair, boredom, frustration, anger, resentment, fear. This in turn, recycles the bond, renews the juxtaposition of positive and negative, healthy and ill, friendliness and rudeness.

We are on a path, set down before us from the reactionary attitude of energy. Relentless and unforgiving. It has its orbit, its pattern, its rotation and trajectory. It spreads- ebbs and flows. It will make contact. It will conquer. For energy always does. It is both destroyer and life-giver. Tale as old as time.

Atoms meet, molecules bond, viruses and bacteria spread, energy converges, builds, transfers. Sometimes we get side-swiped by its wave. Other times we get consumed by it. These days it is bombarding us from every angle. Every emotion, every physical side-effect entangling us. We feel like we are sinking, downward into the abyss.

But, alas, tale as old as time- the same energy that created the stars, the universe, the planet and all her beauty- lifts us. Generates our sense of self. Builds bridges of communication. Some collisions destroy while others create. Creation is upon us. What happens after the dust settles is up to us.