sTeiNBeck
& i
There are times when we
feel blessed to have witnessed or read or seen a work of art, a thing of rare beauty, an
athlete doing his thing... At such moments, life falls into perspective. awestruck, we try
to visualise the hard work, the honing of skills, and the sacrifices
required to put us on the same pedestal...thus beneath our adoring visages, we are ask
furiously: "What the hell have I done with my life?" Nay! The little voice
within - that gloating scoffhead, thumb crooked in your direction asks no one in
particular but says it loud enough for the world to hear: "Does anyone have
any idea what that IDIOT has done with his life?"
Still we must rejoice
for what I call: "Goodness in high places" for life becomes
truly beautiful at those times - shiny new vistas spring to heart,
Our steps get a little bouncier - for we march to a celestial rythm... One defining moment
for me was after watching Bugs Bunny Dance off into the horizon (He'd just tied up
Hiawatha "What you wanna do with that rope Chief?"). I truly
came to believe as has been so well put by W.J Clinton: "There is nothing
wrong with the world that cannot be corrected by what was right with it". Another was when I read Steinbeck's Tortilla Flats long ago, I often paused between
paragraphs wondering: "Does God still dictate to MAN?" It was
not a story I read I felt - but I was peering into the heart of creation - a perfect flow
of energy: God to Man, Man to Pen, Pen to Paper, Paper to Reader. I dedicate this site to
Steinbeck.
Would he have
approved of my clippings? Doesn't matter: I love the way you re-write Mr.
Steinbeck! Thanks for Everything!