A friend told me she would like to know all the ripples she's made in life, the effects, hopefully good, she has sent out. She would like to see them all before she dies.
I thought—contrarian— "that's not me." I thought about gradually lessing the disturbance I made until exiting the pool. To pull oneself out graciously, withdrawing from the water trunk, leg, foot, toe... as the toe tip leaves—you see the dented surface restore.
That's poetic. And sensible. Is it better to leave the scene gently, stealthily, and thus allow some to forget you were ever there at all, or dramatically, leaving many to wail "why have you forsaken me?"
ReplyDeleteAs the Jewish god did to his son.
ReplyDeleteAnd look at the ripples! For thousands of years, back and forth it comes, splashing around like a lunatic.
Now, perhaps, finally, god is withdrawing again, slowly, this time. Until, finally, wrapped up in the present, people will forget it was ever here.