Apr 23 2009
The Stationary Cosmopolitan
The world is growing around me. I see a seed sprouting through the soil, I watch as it rises through the air, stretching with its branches and reaching up to the heaven so many speak of with such acclaim and fervor. “This world is a heaven.”
Ah! The beauty of living in slow motion. I stand in the same place for minutes, but they turn into hours, hours to days, days to months… Before I know it, I have grown old, too old to move. My roots have plunged themselves deep into the dirt, they sift through it to find the nutrients my body so desperately needs. I look toward my chin and watch a beard fall from my face like a waterfall. I am stationary, implanted, rooted, stuck… But I do not mind.
The people walk by too quickly to see me, always living life at such a rapid pace that nothing around them matters. They are all lost in the dreams, or often nightmares, of their minds. They continually detach themselves from the world, using iPods and cell phones to escape. They are alienated, yet free to walk around. Here I am, stuck to the ground, but I do not wish to escape.
I’ve watched the birth of the world, trees, plants, animals… I have seen the people passing me by. I have watched them drift in the wind like a feather fluttering in a soft, cool breeze. I’ve seen their joy, their smiles, their pain and their tears. I have felt their terror and despair. I was here for it all.
I felt it, too. Not my own, but theirs, I felt through them- The emotional roller-coaster called life was my own, but I was merely a passenger traveling through the tracks of their lives. I have lived through them. And I, I am no different from you any longer. I am you, I am present inside of you, stationary, stable, omniscient, my hair and beard flowing to the ground, forever destined to be with you. You may not see me, but I am there- I am with you. I have given up my life to live through you, an invisible Jesus who will never have a book written about him. I watch the figures rapidly passing me by, and I stretch my branches to the sky, sighing, and closing my eyes to sleep… Ah… To sleep.
