Life would be infinitely easier if mountains made sense…

They are these huge, alluring, seductive beasts. They are creatures who know the human spirit more than the human knows their own. They have the ability to converse with the body, speak with the mind, and give a hug to the heart.  They are lava and land that’s cooled and risen.

These wise old hills, encourage people to do insane things. They entice the human to crawl in the void of true potential, and help them experience life at the deepest level. To those who call on him, a mountain becomes a brother. Yet, a mountain is all but a pile of rock and dirt.

Mountains are such peculiar things…

It’s like, somewhere along the line, the Mountain Spirit and the Human Spirit, became one; all for reasons which we’ll never know. It is intense and complicated, and happened with minimal conscious choice. Yet, so empowering, so beautiful and understanding, it is difficult to turn away. 

The man-made world is self-explainable, we created it; the second on the other hand, is a blind faith in unquantifiable, but undeniable, matters. And no, taking soil samples, does not explain the phenomenon a mountain man experiences. Psychologists and neuoscientists, can surely report a positive correlation between humans and nature- but they really cannot explain why.

Perhaps it is now obvious why skyscrapers and backed up traffic, are no replacement for mountains and dense forests? 

A Human Spirit touched by the Mountain Spirit, knows this; he will spend his entire life researching this unquantifiable world with great dedication. He won’t be paid for it, but he’ll surely be harassed about his societal contributions. He also won’t mind, because he knows that, if mountains made sense, life would be infinitely easier.

Human paths,                                                                                                                           goat paths,                                                                                                                        deer prints  and wolf tracks.

Trails up,                                                                                                                                   trails down,                                                                                                                               systems creeping all around…  

  Is it left?                                                                                                                                 Or is it right?  …

Rivers twist,                                                                                                                             and they turn,                                                                                                                         flowing with the flow of life. 

Moose drink,                                                                                                                            fish swim,                                                                                                                                finding cues from deep within.

Human paths,                                                                                                                          goat paths,                                                                                                                       deer prints and wolf tracks.

When she realized we know nothing but what we think we know,                    she stopped seeing doors of opportunities                                              and saw blank canvasses instead.

They said she wouldn’t, so she did.
They tell her she can’t, and she does.
They ask her why, she asks why not.

First it was the sky,                                                                                                                             then the mountains and the open road.                                                     Suddenly she found herself climbing the hill,                                                                     her canvas slowly filling it’s blank holes.

                  The sky is blue,                                                                                                                                                       and green and orange!                                                                                            black and white!                                                                                             it’s all of those and more.  

The mountains are painted with tears and laughter,

then twisted in some romantic song.

She could go on to tell you more….
But it’s a beautiful world
When you paint it to your own.

Chances are, whatever you think I think,  is an assumption you’ve made. By that, I mean I tell you something and you assume you understand the words coming out of my mouth. Often though, those words are mixed with passion, frustration, joy, and every other underlying reason, which led to the emittance of the very words you based your assumptions on my thoughts to begin with…So who really knows what I’m saying in the end…

My humanly instincts tell me this sort of interaction- telling and assuming- is common between most humans. Until we can find some way to entirely immerse ourselves in someone else’s brain, I’d argue this is the fate of language.

Now, I believe words are powerful- they can hurt and heal, confuse and clarify- and sometimes they have zero meaning at all. For some reason  or another though, our tongues have evolved into quite a miraculous body part…Language must hold some importance to our lives. The part that I have an issue with, is when language is used in place of truth, like it tells us all there is to know.

For example, from my perspective, this world couldn’t be more beautiful or perfect than what it is, but for some reason, people seem to think I think differently; they tell me they think the things I write mean something else; rather than an observation or the broad idea I meant to pose. And of course, what I say (and write), can mean something different to each and every individual who listens (or reads) what I am saying.

A single word can have several meanings, and the way words are linked, can change everything (never mind the mood and/or tone it is said/written in.) Moral of the story, language is a confusing matter- I blame no individual for the misunderstanding of the words they hear.  In the end, what really matters is how  we use what we’ve just heard.

I guess what I am getting at here, is that language is only part of what we (humans) are really trying to say. The information which exists in silence, is infinite; if truth is what we seek, then we musn’t forget to be quiet and feel with all 6 senses. Only once we’ve begun to dig past the verbal can we even begin to assume with any sort of accuracy.

 You have places to go, 
things to see. 
Things to do and hear and feel!
Moments to be had, 
lives to be saved. 
Your life awaits my dear. 
 
I know darling, 
they tell you no. 
But you can! 
You can soar over the moon. 
You can touch the ocean floor, 
and spin yourself around the globe. 
No man (or woman) can stop you, 
they don’t even know you. 
 
You have lessons to teach, 
things to learn, 
And a duty to do. 
Fulfill your prophecy young soul. 
Let go and dive in, 
It’s all or nothing my dear.  
The time is now, 
it has always been now. 
 
The money will come, 
love will find you. 
No object is worth your potential.
Remember that my dear.
Refuse to give it to the boredom, 
of a world built to hold you back. 

You can do anything.
You were built for everything.

 
Go now child…                                                                                                              fourteen! twenty-four!                                                                                                  thirty! fifty-three! sixty-two!                                                                                              It doesn’t matter.                                                                                                            Your life awaits my dear. 

 
Spread your wings, 
fly high in the sky, 
wide as the widest sea. 
Set yourself free, 
and finish what you came here for.