9
October
From
“The Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst
I
am capable of behaving like a crabby child who needs, but hasn’t had, his nap.
Sometimes I need to replentish my well because I’m carrying about with me all
the problems in the world – a cut-throat business environment, a difficult
marriage, unruly teenagers, you name it.
So
I head off to the beach. And like a crabby child I’m capable of demanding that
that beach show me some real answers. But I notice vaguely that nobody turned
it on just before I arrived, nobody will turn it off just after I leave. So also,
that beach doesn’t acknowledge my pain in the least. Instead I find myself
wiggling my toes in the sand, the waves slushing at my feet, the gulls caw,
caw, caw-ing overhead, I taste the salt on my lips as, yet again, an
ever-cleansing sea cleanses an ever-cleansed shore. And when I go away from that
special place I find that my problems are not answered at all.
Instead,
my soul is fed.
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