There was a time once in Amsterdam when I found myself confined between the tramlines for about two hours. It was a simple dilemma. Walk across the line, or don’t. That decision took some time and I am mighty glad that I made it when I did. I found myself right where I needed to be, which was particularly fortuitous. Another time in places flung far and wide I was fortunate to experience a good few touch-downs. I found touching-down more satisfying than being confined. Each has its merits, for a time, but it is one of the best feelings to find your feet planted firmly on earth after centuries of confinement in the sky.
Touch-downs involve scoring. Adding up points. In a game of football, a touch-down is the objective. Not the only one, but nevertheless one of the most important. All the members of the team are trained to understand that their objective is collective. They know that the ball will not get from one end of the field to the other without each man in his place. That is not to say that footballers do not exchange places from time to time to play other positions. They do. In a game of skill it pays to be able to play the entire field.
San Francisco is a great place to find tramlines. As is Switzerland. Riding trams is a joy in the wetter weather, the cold – and when you find treasures lying inside them. In my experience there is treasure to be found everywhere, particularly on trams that are made to sail past Wonderland on the way to Alice’s salvation.
Bleeding is all very well. It has been practiced for centuries. It has traditionally been seen as a kind of purging, a ridding the body of contamination. Contamination is a big word. It should not be thrown around without respect for the fact that without the de-contaminant the contamination will spread like wildfire. That is the way with disease. In an equation that looks the way that does, I would suggest that the best place to find yourself is inside the de-contaminant. A contamination is a negative. A de-contamination is a positive – and positives give you wings. Negatives tend to get you nowhere.
Bleeding is not the only way to find out that you – and others – are alive. There are quite a few alternatives. Now and again I choose search and salvage over destroy and discard. It yields the most remarkable truths – perhaps truths that are truer than those extracted using force or manipulation. This exercise in restraint takes extraordinary self-control. If you should be in any doubt about that you are wrong. Should you try your true self on or take your reality to task, you will then understand the reason(s) for your being and the need for total exposure when it comes to yourself and the speaking of your truth.
Truth – in part – is our life-blood. Denial of the truth is like a clotted artery. A cluttered socket. Before truth can bleed out – which at this pace will take a million tomorrows – the clots need removing and a wound needs opening. Once the clots have been removed and the truth has bled out, the coagulant will step in and seal the wound. I was once told that open wounds tell love stories to the sky. I believed it, not because I am naïve or gullible – but because it is true. It always was.