February 12, 2008

Pamplona

In a world where expressionism and existentialism run side by side as thoughtlessly as bulls down those famous corridors in Pamplona; in such a loud place as our own minds, where so many rushing options come so fast and all of them call themselves truth; in that pressing din that so often and dangerously charges through our minds' corridors towards a spiritual senselessness which often chases us further on into hurt, the provision of such forces as Jesus over the raging waters, the rapture of the saints from the dead, and the contrary unified din of angels' trumpets from the round earth's imagined corners blowing as those same saints arise; the provision of these things finds me caught, still, clear, safe, lucid, and lifted amidst the cloud of the bull rush.

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