Part XVII - Crawl

To seek the mystery that seems to beckon the grand symphony of enlightenment. Every turn and venture enhances the pioneer within your heart. To find the questions that play with you like a leaf on a stream or a hope in the hurricane of a dream. You paddle yourself on any surface that you are upon without reservation or fear to envelope. You try in vain to raise yourself higher in order to see beyond the barrier like a champion about to jump into the history of an athletic performance. You fall without mercy, and before you cry, your body has already struggled to continue its flight into the future dilemmas of a child warrior, who as yet has not learned to walk.

They hold you back from those staircases that tell you that there is more above and more beneath. You cry to them that you must understand but all you get is hugs and resistance to your nobility. You are a creature famished for knowledge but yet you are at times considered a mischief and a trouble. They put you in a cage that you can look through, while they throw your familiarities in with you until all the room is occupied by their opinions of what you like and who you are. Finally, you sit amongst the teddy bears and toys, crying for the arms that will release you from their laziness to chase you far from the playpen you have been sentenced to.

You need to rediscover why that thing rings and why that light stings. You hurry to the stairs and begin to climb until you reach the fourth terrace before you are caught, far away from that long hoped for destiny, where the grandest powers will be granted to you. For with them, you will prove to your tribe that they cannot hold you back from your journey, but they do, and will keep doing so without an explanation or even a sincere understanding that the cat's tail must be pulled for it waves in your face without apology or compromise. The images within the glass stare at you and you want to feel them but you are torn away from it because you have begun to be considered a barrier from the illusions your folk cling to, while you, the truest reality, falls from their favor in times like these.

You get tired and begin to cry tears of fatigue while you try to explain that all can be done in this exact moment, but, you are a small creator and your consciousness is unaware of itself while you don't even know that there is a gulf and an expanse between you and who you are meant to become. You are trying to grow wild but the gardeners are using shears that convince you that there are places that you don't belong. You are sheltered from the pains of life for you have been placed in a bubble that is transparent to you. You think you are free to experience, however, experiences have been chosen for you and all that you are learning is sterile, for it is within a vacuumed classroom that your studies are taught to you.

You will be bathed and cleansed like your mind is kept from the possibility of rash or reason. They love you and that is the excuse that is used to keep you out of trouble, before you get into a predicament that most will have to encounter in order to learn what self-protection is all about. You are too young to worry about that yet. Let the time come, though that phrase is a contradiction to the truth. There is time for everything but time cannot be played with, it can only be avoided by the grandest worship you are learning from those that proclaim their love for you. Denial is the master, for it will save them from watching you grow faster than their idealism can.