Thoughts on the Void

Every Heart Was Built To Have An Adventure

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  • Snippet

    He sat, almost crashing against the chair. Smoke billowed from what was left of the house behind them. Ezra was fatigued and lost in thoughts of the old man’s legacy: how because of him it was fading, going the way of the samurai, propellar airplanes, and vcr’s.

    He set out to protect them; to protect her. The roads had been long, but there was always a way home and a reason to move forward. Now the path was unsure, and it was a more sobering realization than he could bear.

    “How do people do it?” The words stumbled out of his mouth.

    Losing everything breaks some people. Otherwise normal lives can be twisted; moulded by the chaos. There are just some holes dug too deep for time to ever fill back in.

    “They just do,” she put her hand on his head and felt through his hair. It wasn’t a good answer, but he didn’t need a good answer.

    Hed grown up somewhere out there without her. She couldn’t imagine the pain he’d witnessed. Stories of the war seldom reached the villages, but what did make it’s way to The Outers wasn’t for the timid.

    Somehow that was far away from her mind though. He’d found his home again, and she couldn’t help but feel at ease. Sure, the house was gone. Yeah, the old man was gone. And she didn’t know how they’d explain three corpses and an explosion.

    But in that moment it didn’t matter. It just didn’t. Underneath the new gruff exterior he was the same kindhearted boy that she held as a kid every night the bombs dropped. That was all she needed.

    “I tried -” he started, but was interrupted.

    “Stupid boy.”

    She stood behind him, unrelenting in the setting sun.

  • On the Heart and the Mind

    Some contend that the human heart and the human mind are unexplainable. That the two are both intricately connected, but intrinsically unique, neither of which can be defined in logical or mathematical terms. Some would argue the two are philosophically one and the same. Some nihilist thinkers would tell you neither is necessary, while proper scientists would go out of their way to painstakingly list all the ways you couldn’t survive without either.

    I’m here to tell you, however, that both are easily explained in a very presentable manner. Scientifically speaking they are organs we can not do without, obviously. But for the greater picture of the human psyche, the two are something a bit more.

    The heart is the rudder, both sturdy and able to enact motion. We move because it shifts. Some hearts are bigger than others, and they cause much larger shifts. Some are smaller and tend not to change direction very much at all.

    The mind is the map, it both knows and it grows. It guides the heart left. It guides the heart right. It guides it straight, or even not at all. Some minds are larger than others. Some are smaller.

    Some people unfortunately have very small hearts, and very small minds. These are the people that tend not to progress with the flow of time.

    Some people have very large hearts and very large minds. Mostly these are the Mother Jones’, the Abraham Lincoln’s, the Mother Theresa’s of the world. These people tend to suffer, because they understand the cruel world. But they also leave lasting impacts by not only moving themselves, but leading the armada of civilization forward.

    Then there is the chaos. The large heart/small mind. It splashes and flails causing ripple after ripple through our world. All is effected, and not for the better. Both good and bad suffer equally from this societal carcinogen.

    Finally, for me the real disappointment of the group, is the large mind and the small heart. Those who know the way, but can’t bring themselves to make or take the path. Those with the infinite ability to progress, but the unwavering unreliability to do anything about it.

    Where do you fall?