0017 Suppose It Said..

Suppose it said – and, yes it has been said, that you were made to be as much the same, as God, or, The Creator – or some other word that means as much – were made to be as much the same as – That - as any human being could be; that this, waits for you; it’s there; cease to deny that that is so, and then, it will be so… suppose you hear it said; and like the sound of it; then close your eyes for several seconds and open them again; but, it’s all just the same… suppose that at that point, you don’t give up, with, as they say, 'a snort of derision'; but close your eyes again, and think I don’t remember such a big denial all at once; how could a child know what to deny, or why; deny so vast a thing? or could it rather be, a history of many small denials? ah yes, that seems quite possible – like all those things that we put to one side as – so the song goes on – ‘but not for me…’: some few were overcome – I thought once that riding a bike was Not For Me; but thanks to Dad who proved me wrong, I’ve thousands of miles of the joy of freedom ticking on the cyclometer… but yes, there’s much that’s labelled Not For Me; once, poetry was labelled, too, so great a thing but Not For Me.. suppose a life without self-deprivation where all these small denials were denied, whom would I be then? Would I be great in so many small acceptances, that all that life might have to offer, should be myself? Would that be joy? I think it could be so.