Run. Not running from something, not
running to anything, just running. That singularity of purpose, the action
defines all, when every thought is focused on this one task, no room for
anything else. There’s a purity there, in that single minded dedication. It takes
all you have just to hang on, and that’s what you do. Whether it’s the purity of
the body burning through the pain, or the purity of the mind crafting and
shaping, giving form to thought. Moments of learning expand the mind, but
moments of activity cleanse it, melting us down into that simple shape, wiping
away the scratches and scars of many pasts.
And then it’s over, and you’re left gasping, and you see “it”, whole and
untarnished, freshly set, separate and complete. Remembering the others, other
times, but none quite compare. Marveling at this latest act, your breathing
slows, and you unfold. The world reaches in, many hands, many connections. You are
“not simple” again, but you feel…purified. You remember what matters, and why.
