Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
do not disdain substitutes
DO NOT DISDAIN SUBSTITUTES
Having heard, but not understood, having been enticed by sight or by scent, but not having truly tasted; or, having been bedazzled by some fleeting beauty, creates a hunger, a thirst, which requisitions resolution in one's spirit or mind. It may take years, decades or longer to secure.
But, whatever it may have been, that now makes you think or even believe that you may have sensed all too briefly, once upon a time as real, may have been just an illusion, "just a mirage." Whatever it was that stimulated your senses, or your curiosity, requires a similar satisfaction of you and from you.
That emptiness craves an answer.
Its mirage fuels your secret desire to consummate. The hiatal spiritual deficit must be appeased. Like an ensign, a homing beacon to which all is gathered, it exudes powerful, mysteriously gravitational forces.
It lures, harkens, beckons, calls you covertly, insensibly. Restoring what seems to have escaped; matching mental images with what may be found is still simulating, as forms of substitute sensory satisfaction do often suffice. Similar also satisfies.
Pancakes or waffles? Cane syrup or maple? substitutes fill in the blanks, neatly, whenever one is not certain.