A Recognizable Place

March 25, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Something I wrote another day, as today's morning entry went a little too personal.

The whole world is alive with spirit if you remember how to look. 📖💥👻<– O/

Long ago, long before you were born, someone told someone a curious thing:

"Maybe spirit isn't in that."

And so, we stopped putting our dreams of spirit in all things.

But spirit feeds on dreams, so spirit starved.

Only sparks of light for so long where firework infernos used to be seen.

Only a few brave souls allowed themselves to remember.

It drove them to quiet places to be alone with that light unseen, but so easy to know if looked for.

Our own spirit needs to recognize spirit in all things.

The way the body needs water, though it is made of water, it needs spirit because it is made of spirit: First.

Dehydrated leads a sickly life.

Starving for spirit crawls instead of flies.

Those who felt the emptiness the greatest fell into small dented voids called depressions.

They starved for spirit and began to eat their own.

Loneliness followed... and in their loneliness they fed new dreams to their old dreams and built dreams so full of spirit there was no recognizable place available to share them.

The one secret every person tucked away in a depression had was: living there was the only time they felt right.

While sparks of barely imitable light sparked in all things they sat, doors closed, eyes in a daze for days, ingesting their own spirit, not knowing it was fire, the fire necessary to reignite The World's.