human creation – a division saga
There’s the heart, then there’s the mind and finally there’s the soul.
The division allows jude to bear the pain. All are separated by a god; separated by muscle and bone and blood, emotion and spirit. Distinct messages travel up in the veins, in the nerves and in the ghostly whispers from somewhere deep inside. Because of the separation, each is to be interpreted differently. Where one is crushed and scattered carelessly underfoot, another is flying and yet another is lost. If this is at least one truth, then that means there is hope and there is a thread to hang onto.
When jude thinks of this, it will be called balance or it will be mocked, ‘such is the circle of life’. Though jude doubts it will ever be one or the other, there is still the prayer that it will not be the one that plunges everything precious into pain too unbearable.
jude writes letters from the words formed by each…the heart, the mind and the soul. Most of the time it makes for something that seems crazy. There is no way to cross the muscle, the blood, the ghosts. No way to merge any of it into one. But once, every so often, it all makes sense. If this is at least one truth, then that means there is hope and there is a thread to hang onto.