We dance on strands made of words and ideas… we cast about ourselves a nebulous web of that which we hold most dear, and then perch upon the gleaming, silken filaments… we hope to lure others to see the beauty of that which we have constructed, to entangle them in our dreams and our visions…
We lie in wait for that which we most need… seeking solace and comfort, friendship and connection, validation and purpose… for the void below is so deep and so vast and distance cloaks the mysteries that lie under our tenuous creations…
In the beginning, we dangle from one thin line… at the mercy of the winds of doubt… looking for a point at which to anchor ourselves… and then one thin thread joins another… and another… and the web takes shape…
We cling to our woven sanctuaries made of nothing but our thoughts… each so thin, so fine, as to defy description… but together forming the net that holds us above nothingness… and there is strength there… the awesome strength of the design of nature… but there is loneliness too…
The web is both home and trap… for to keep us safe without providing us with sustenance is but half of its purpose… what good the long hours of patient toil… if no prey is lured to its shimmering tendrils… what use the golden orb if it hangs unheeded in the darkness?
Cast your web.
Pouring My Art Out 
Just an awesome piece. That’s all I got. Awesome…..
That is one of my favorite words, awesome. Thanks so much.
Nope….Thank you
Thanks for thanking me then.
i love the metaphors – the more i think about it the more truth i see. Lovely post:)
Thank you so much.
It begs the question why did you start writing? To fill a void, to cross a canyon?
It just needs to come out. Like a bird singing, they don’t do it for the people who are listening to them. I guess. That is a tough question really.
Excellent.. Like dancing words.. Very good!
Thanks so much.
Reblogged this on hastywords and commented:
From one of my favorite bloggers. You never really know what you will find on his blog, often amusing and clever, he is truly a beautiful person. This is one of my favorite! Enjoy!
I am IN LOVE with this post. Awesome.
Reblog… ha!!!
Nice imagery. Go YOU!
You like it when I write… and I like that about you.
Yes, well, we know how you are.
We do? Because I sure don’t.
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Awesome description of us bloggers and what we do…
I.don’t like this. I love it.
Thank you.
No. Thank you.
No thank you.
Should I care more about what people think of what I do?
I don’t know if you could…
I could really really try I guess…but that sounds like effort…
It does…
Whereas my latest post just fell out of me.
Like… never mind…
Well done….
I was picturing myself as a spider though, and saw my right hand creeping for something to bash me over the head with, and quickly had to think of something else…
I was going to spray myself with Raid…
Smells like burning?
Yup.
Ew… I’m glad you decided not to spray yourself then.
Yeah… me too…
dangerous thing, looking for validation on the internet…
It is where you find it.
I knew there was a poem! lol I”m so glad you didn’t post any spider pics!
Oh… that reminds me…
oh no!
oh yes.
no! phew we disagree again
No we don’t… ha!
yes we do
I never disagree with you, so I guess I am disagreeing with you.
yes
no
Amen.
Bless you, my son.
Were we prayin?
You never know…
i do a lot of that!
what… never knowing?
well that too
Oh, yeah.
Yeah but no one was listening
pardon?
Sorry, trying to be funny about praying and no one listening. Problem a) I’m not that funny; problem b) I need more coffee; problem c) I need more coffee.
You forgot problem d) you need more coffee
See? That proves it. Only caffeine can save me now.
Yes you’d better hurry!
Good thing I’m in a coffee shop… I should have brought a sleeping blanket and curled up for the night. Not that I’ll likely be able to sleep with all this coffee in me…
good thing! no if you want to curl up and sleep then you need more coffee…
There’s a strange twisted logic to that…
there is isn’t there?
No there isn’t…
oh crap what where we talking about?
It doesn’t matter… just disagree now and save time.
lol
no
Are you sure you and PMAO aren’t related? I sense an odd resemblance.
certain and what? resemblance?!
Hmmmmm… one wonders if you are in fact the same person. Possibly a conspiracy is afoot… One wonders. But one is also spinning on caffeine, so one is uncertain that one’s mental faculties are operating correctly. One is also possibly writing in the wrong person… one must investigate promptly. After more coffee. This is the best comment thread ever about coffee by the way. Slurp slurp. Gurgle gurgle.
We are not amused!
One is unsurprised.
Many are mystified…
One might need some intervention…
Or some intermission…
nope intervention! lol
You need an LOL intervention…
LOL
really?
LOLOLOLOLOL
nononononono
yes
maybe
The only kind of resemblance I have is odd ones…
i’m not odd so no resemblence..
Way to back track.
I am adopted…
rrrrrrrrrrrrrr…………
Hey, you two… I am trying to do serious writing today, and you are off on a coffee rant.
did someone say coffee???
no
you lie
I never do that… here…
pft then why did Willie have a beard?
That is called art… art cannot lie.
pft
If it does, it is called either artistic license or fiction.
Don’t think of giant spiders…
Giant spiders are easily dealt-with using giant boots.
This was a cool post by the way. Well written and thought-provoking. And yes I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley.
I happen to wear giant boots… so simmer down…
Simmer down a Columbian?
You need to…
Pour hot coffee on your lap… much faster…
We can baptize you in Columbian roast…
Dude. Sick. I don’t eat Columbians.
But they are the richest kind…
Yeah but they’re a bit chewy and leave you with gas. It’s not worth it.
And they keep me up all night… HA! Cocaine and coffee in one rich joke…
Hey man. I thought this was a serious post…
I was completely serious…
ha
Were you saying something about the Thin Red Line the other day? They gave all the troops Garand rifles, but I am pretty sure most of them should have had the old bolt action rifles at that stage of the war…
Don’t rain on my parade man.
sorry
That is like the greatest movie ever made. Malick is genius!
If you say so.
Go watch it!
I am watching the thin red line
Excellent.
It is… aside from the historical inaccuracy…
It’s a movie. Spelled m.o.v.i.y. Movie. A form of entertainment as being distinct from truth-telling vehicles such as documentaries.
They still use experts to get the details right… if you saw… say Glory or Cold Mountain or some other Civil War movie, and the guys were carrying AK 47’s, you might go… uh…
Oh come on.
I may have overstated my case a little.
huh?
ha