Aim and Control

Aimless. Sometimes I feel so. All forms of life have an aim. Some forms of life are on United Nations associations or agencies. Some forms of life open up a chain of the same store & everyone that works there makes less than them and down the heirarchyof ideas makers to people who say the same lines at the register, memorized. There are the forms of life that are navigating their way and have met their limits.
Lost. All forms of life get lost. It makes on feel aimless and although their aim is never clear, it’s to figure out which direction to aim.
All forms of life, even bacteria lose their keys. UN agency workers lose their keys on the way to the deforestation or refugee meeting. Everyone has at least one key, which means everyone wants to lock up their home from some mysterious form of life.
I would neber enter your home uninvited. But you don’t have to believe me.

Michel James, starting on February 2nd, 2008, stopped checking email. He has 10,794 unread messages. Since February 16th at 11:50am, he has not read a newspaper. Since February 15th a 6:52pm, he quit watching televised news.
He also quit his job on February 2nd, 2008 in the morning.
He moved to India. He had no aim other than taking residence in India.
He wrote a letter before leaving the company but he took it with him. After a post-it saying, “not coming back –Michel”, he went without a computer. His wife was informed after his company about his trip to India. He didn’t pick up his cell phone for the first week and one day. It was a game he played with his wife to make her guess where he was. She saw it only as sheer recklessness. That only made her seem like his mother. He made love in India as well to a woman his age, 39.
She was only a bit attractive but magnetized towards his distance that he protruded. He was in another world besides India, if that’s another world.

All forms of life live within the created of the creator. This is true but what about the creator? Does the creator live both in and out of the created? The creator is like a car driving from the wedding to the honeymoon. The created beings are the cans dragging on the pavement.

(August, 2009)