Here for Some Very Important Reason

We’re here for some very important reason, and while my rationale for saying so is diffuse to the point of ethereality, my conviction that this is the truth of the matter has done nothing but grow as the decades have streamed along, this after that, and then some other damn thing. You know how it is. Every darn one of us has a spark and a light inside, and some fantastic and wonderful reason that we are striding through the world, or curled up under a blanket somewhere, or crossing seas to reach far-off places. You, me, that old lady sitting on her porch and watching the cars go by, and Lenny at the bar watching the game and wondering about intimations of immortality that his grand-daddy used to talk about at the end. Something quite special. Everyone involved. The universe as a sparkling circus of merriment and wonder, except for the tragedies and farces. Let’s face it, if you want the rain you have to settle for a tsunami every now and again, just for balance, just to keep us honest and watchful. There’s no getting away from the truth that there are some tremendous challenges that most of us carry along, and the burden can sometimes seem a bit much. But regret makes a poor lens to view the present, and shame should have no future. Just look around. There’s a fair amount of trouble. And standing against that trouble are things like crows and rabbits, who for some reason are on their own special and mystical wavelength, and the sunlight though the oak trees on the last day of summer, and the merry laughter of kids who are simply delighted and crinkle up their eyes with glee and contentment. Sometimes you’ll hear far-off music, someone playing a guitelele and singing softly for their own amusement, with the purity of the voice just so very clean and silvery, and the strings vibrating in Pythagorean perfection, as muses like goddesses and witches plumb the depths and scan the skies—you know how they are when they get like that. Torn between credulity and cynicism, you’ve got to believe much more than you nay-say and batter down. What kind of attitude is that anyway? Life sticks you in a meadow with children and flowers and hands you the Koh-i-noor diamond and your big question comes out as “Is it a fake?” Do you really want to settle for that? As the old song says “There’s a reason for going, a reason to stay, and a reason to never go away.” Every day that the sun comes up is one more piece of the puzzle, and the voices we hear are angels hurrying to our side.