This morning, as I was about to shave, Leonard Cohen's 'The Smokey Life' cycled into my iTunes playlist.
Take a lesson from these autumn leaves
They waste no time waiting for the snow
I failed to pay attention to my can of shaving gel for a second, and instead of shooting some gel into my hand, instead a thin blue line of gel flew across the bathroom. It was as if the shaving gel had understood the lyrics, and was taking this chance to make its break.
So don't look down, the ground is gone
There's no one waiting anyway
Unfortunately, the gel ended up splattering itself all across the far wall of the bathroom, its struggle for a life beyond its can or my face denied.
That's when I understood that the gel was trying to teach me something. You've broken free from your can, it told me, but watch out for the bathroom wall. O Teacher, I hear you, I will not allow myself to follow that same fate.
After all, to Gaia, what are humans but some facial lubricant?
3 comments:
Ummmm . . . what have you been smoking?
Open your mind to the other world, anonymous.
BTW, lead levels in the water here are as good as zero. My mind is finally clearing up after all the New England lead contamination.
It won't work in actual fact, that is what I suppose.
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