Soluble Spark
Reflections on anxiety, existence, and what lies beyond
Thinking on thinking on thinking on thinking. These are just thoughts — they can be swatted, they can be bent out of shape, out of metal, out of elements never to be understood.
How come they creep in? How can it be useful to think of the thoughts that we spoke to another, to relive the moments long lost to each other and tangle a meaning not meant from the start?
If we are our thoughts, we’re mere scattered chaos of over-reflection, rumination, regard; if not, we’re intangible, connected to nothing, combustible matter and soluble spark,
fearfully, ethereally, suddenly ejected — cast from a vessel long known to be self. Ardently, verdantly, potently welcomed back to the container that held us before.
These are just thoughts, this is just flesh, comprising the layers masquerading as me. I can’t be my thoughts because to them there’s an end. My mind is not what contains my energy.
Being and being and being and being therefore I am — no greater meaning, no code to crack into dawn, into pieces, into triumph — superior is not human wit.
Rachel Ramkaran is a Canadian author, editor, poet and flow artist. Sign up for her newsletter to receive monthly editing and creativity tips, captivating stories, and more.
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