I have lately found myself
searching for an unnatural, unattainable goal. Yet it seems my soul depends on
it. It is not so much an item as a view.
The object of my search? Steps. The
product of man’s attempt to subdivide the continuous processes of life into a
series of attainable goals; his futile attempts to make order in an outwardly
chaotic world.
Steps are unnatural divisions in
continuous processes. They were never meant to be. Yet we persist in trying to understand our surroundings. We
label, categorize and analyze, and still we do not, no, can not comprehend them.
We are such
products of our culture that many, including myself, feel that we cannot exist
without steps, a simple, monochrome path condensed from the messy colours of
life. But we can’t always live this way. The path may end, or we may eventually
reject it as the trite instructions of less intelligent or informed men.
When this time comes, you must, as
others, take one of the hardest steps you have ever followed: You must step
into the truth; the vague grey that is only shaded from our eyes by the black
and white lenses we willingly don for the sake of simplicity and order. So step
out, into the chaos: It’s better on the outside.
for Pickles
