I’m 33 and well past the prime of the average athlete or dancer. I had an exhilarating youth, an exceptional adolescence, and a vigorous young adulthood marked by hard work and hard play. I sense my body settling in for the long haul as the great expansion gradually gives way to the great contraction.
In the midst of this pendulum swing I behold a moment of stillness in the physiological flow of my existence. As if standing on a precipice, taking into account the spirit of my youth, I can see very clearly now the prospect of my older years. I must take possession of my body, my thoughts and my actions, and represent, in the wisdom of the years, this very same unadulterated spirit. I am free to create myself and in my experience the divine creation shares in the joy of recreation. The twilight of my life will be spent with the powerful promise each day’s sunset seems to intimate: Tomorrow will be even better.
In the grand scheme, I’m in the prime of my life. 33 is a singular double triple of a digit. While not a prime, mathematically, a very prominent number indeed. It seems like an appropriate time to resurrect yesterdays optimism and begin building tomorrow’s temple. The cornerstone was laid when I was 20, but 13 years conspired to postpone the construction of this transcendental edifice.
I am a thinking being, full of emotionally irrational intelligence. I am continually observing, assessing, and recalculating in a journey (LABrynth!) of my soul. I am aware that I am aware! I don’t exist to touch and feel, I touch and feel to exist. I push against things and see if they push back. I know not authority, but my own will. There is something inside of me that doesn’t have a voice, but it’s inchoate murmurings are taking on a feverish rhythm reverberating in the chaotic melodies of nature, the discord of human relations, and the spiraling incongruence of man and his environment.
Let the New Moon guide us…