Writer's Block #91 : Are you ready?

 

Thank you Angel, for Hosting and for the picture.

I know your eyes dont see me, as you stand looking on in awe of what you think is sculptures from a by gone civilization. I could make you see me like I have some others, but I do not feel your strength at accepting that which you may not immediately be able to explain. You dont show the signs of being prepared for the truth, I would tell you.

Yet, I hope you would believe my story, should I choose to tell you, of the times we lived just like you and now we are dead, according to you but not dead, according to us.

If I said that those pile of rocks you see, that you think was carved and since lost its sharp edges due to ravages of time, isnt rock at all. If I said that it was once us when we took that form and lived here just like you do now. If I said that all that fear that you feel at the idea of death is totally irrational, cause you dont really die. Would you believe me? Or would you lose whatever little faith you have in yourself?

If I spoke in the range of volume that you can hear and you didnt see me, would you speak of what you experienced to anyone else or even acknowledge that as true? If I forced your seeing, to see me, would you be open to knowing what your present perception of science do not teach you? If you were open and understood us, would you dare share what you know in the face of inescapable ridicule from those others, without whose support you do not feel like you exist?

When I feel the resounding Yes's in your being to these questions I ask, perhaps you and I can have a conversation over what you call coffee. Until then, you admire these sculptures of time and make up theories of who we were and how we lived and died, while we admire your innocence.

Writers Block #91 Tour