Pandora and her Box
About creativity and the odd road down which one might travel to court it, enable it, allow it free reign.
Paul, you were talking about Pandora’s box recently and someone else was talking about a box recently as well (Jonathan?). Clearly, we all it on our minds.
Pandora and her Box I may ask myself, in much the same way one addresses Pandora’s box, “Is there anything in there?” The box, mute for a moment, says, “Are you talking to me? Don’t you have anything useful to be done?” It is true- there are dishes and some dust to be moved about and there is the goldfish, all of them a tad dull, nothing compared to Pandora and her box. I tap her sides, lift an edge, peer into her keyhole but only rare days a month does she tap back. Those are exciting moments indeed, when the game is afoot. Nobody knows the rules Do we need feet? But if we are patient or utterly forgiving of monumental impatience, things can get pretty sparkly. And so, with the complete trust of the blindfolded on a bumper car, the sweet smell of metabolized alcohol wafting all about you, you stay your sanity for an unspecified interregnum. These are her terms. Trust don’t begin to cover it. Belief and faith make a start. Hope sees me through.
Powerful. Because the dimensions of the box can change - another trap - and a thought can split it wide open, spilling out more than you’re ready for.
These are her terms.
Trust don’t begin to cover it.
Belief and faith make a start.
Hope sees me through.
Wonderful stuff as usual Wes. I’m going to ponder this awhile