mind that roams can often hit the real and come away profoundly
depressed. Nor is it a time to reduce horizons so as to retain that
balance of mood out of which contentment is made. Fortunately
This has been called the
"God of Little Things" by souls wiser than mine. My own
word for it is "bauble". Sounds like a species of wasp,
but better to think of it as something shiny in the mind. Something
that sparkles like a lead star and because of its sparkle it can give
enthusiasm to an early morning.
"bauble" sounds derogatory. But honest things often sound
that way, and this because so much of pretend has to be rare or perfect or
unique otherwise it is too ordinary to acquire that status of
As well a mind that roams admits to the
futility of the powerful. So a "bauble" is free relative to
diamonds, while both are the same. Which is why in my mind better to
understand the phrase "creative is" as a sparkling thing in
So where might my heroes be for such a
new world. I can think of them as existing a thousand years from
"now". But this gives them the provenance of God or
statuary. So mostly I find them in useless and determined enterprise
guided only by a "bauble".
Of course to name these heroes, would
more likely offend them, so instead better to emulate and that way we become
parts. Then if we are lucky, one day we too will happily become
pretend, and then, forgive us, will we be powerful.
And yes! This is the Hegelian Dialectic,
but not an interpretation he would approve of, unless somewhere I add an
adjective from which issues the sense of "improve" or
"better" or "true". A something I will not do
because today I am swallowed by postmodern and I am too hot from the
building of barriers to become a judge.