Danny James

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399: Startle the Heavens

We climbed with Olympian vigour and reserves of immortality, with speed tearing space and time. From our astral thread fell away the stars and comets attempting to overtake. We brushed an outer ceiling and dared the edges, fatiguing Nature and contesting the rules of our make, waging a war worth all the while on the human bargain. We scorched the lands and startled the heavens, bounding with such force that each stride caused the Earth to groan and shudder beneath us, staggering in its cosmic sling attempting to stabilize.
We plunged unrestrained into what depths required us; physically, intellectually, spiritually and wholly. Our smiling mouths filled with dust. Our brows bore the struggles mark; eyes, glazed the reward lust of a reaching gasp, a leap across the chasm of an everyday existence, a hard-fought climb to the spires of our contents; A final attempt at one moment of everlastingness. One waned of resource, does feed by the exert of it. To seek and strive extracts the essentialness of the situation at hand and on the road, you hollow out on and something else, something more glorious and spirit preserving replaces what is spent. The depletion seems to be on a parallel trajectory to what is built and the more difficult, perilous and costly the ascension, the firmer a resolve to overcome is driven up from the depths. When the only finitude recognised is what holds within. When close to the heart sits a hunger that will not be covered over or silenced but engages energies otherworldly in the full pursuit of its own exhaustion.

396: Mastery

Sometimes, you are lost. Strayed from yourself to some outer edge of a dark expressionless abyss where seem there the stars to contradict and misinform. Then, when once more you are by your own matter, by some small and deathless gleam guided back to strength and health, by what Galaxy presses back your bounds and goads from the depths a precious spark of mystery trace. Nature holds her breath, the Entire Universe stops to stare. The very stars, silent are marvelled by you.

372

Here all things are temporary and regardless, whispers a tender perpetuity. An evolving infinity, constantly and quietly renewing itself. Thus, in triumph is there not some patient void? In trauma too, is there not a parallel perfection?

231: The human duty

Direct your greater share of persistence unto endeavours nobler than confined to ones own advantage and personal satisfactions. For long life is not a prospect to the human condition that Creation has extended, despite the slow and regardless manner in which humankind dispenses, and here is yet much to remedy. There are worthy and wanting ideals that will outlive you if inside your compass of breaths, you would apply a convened and gracious potency to such efforts as may contribute to the welfare of the entirety, – for what is a nation that lunging ahead leaves behind a few citizens in sufferance, if fortune will upon the strewn advance allow success its charity to bestow?
This is the challenge befitting us all, that excellence calls responsibility.