>>6993239The picture reminded me of this text I saved once:
I had a dream once.
I was standing on the rocky outcropping of a seacliff, and it was only me, edging my feet along, mindful of the crashing waves below me and the rocks like broken tusks. The sun bumed the rocks orange. I placed my hands against the warmth of the cliff and hugged against it, still moving, but the path grew narrow. I became hesitant. The path ahead of me curved inward and then outward again, like a horseshoe, but the cliff bulged outward making any progress impossible. To proceed, I had to jump the gap. The ocean below me did not raise its voice, yet I heard its voice all the clearer with each moment.
And then I saw her.
She was holding onto the footpath across the gap, crying out to me to save her. I do not remember what she looked like, only that her beauty was not of this world. She terrified me because she was everything I had ever loved, caught in one impossible spectral form. She called up every memory of every kind and good thing that I had ever known, and I could sense that she was a key to some forbidden world, a land of gods and angels. In her terrified eyes, I saw the realm of eternity. But the gap remained. Oh, God. I couldn't jump. I caught myself after leaning out too far, pressing back against the cliff. She cried out again, her grip slipping. The ocean bubbled with hunger, but I was too afraid. I couldn't jump. No, no, I couldn't do it, I couldn't risk death, for...her?
She screamed. Fell, and I immediately dove in after her into the waves, my fear completely gone. I grabbed onto her body and kicked my legs, pushing her up to the surface with every fire in my body.
She had already drowned, and in that crazy way dreams reflect your mind, I knew that she had died believing that I had abandoned her. I woke up screaming in the darkness of night, understanding.
The spirit - she was Life, and in fearing death, I had forsaken her.
-Anonymous 02/07/11
