Patterns in the Night Sky

I just finished reading a very provocative (and entertaining, no less) article in the latest issue of Queen’s Quarterly entitled “Wage Slavery, Bullshit, and the Good Infinite”. I’ll need to chew on it some more before I write down my reactions to it.

In the meantime, this song seems very fitting for my current context:

I’m still turning myself to the great key, I’m still, I’m still
I’m still mining for light in the dark wells, I’m still, I’m still

I’m still a frequency swaying, a leaf in the wind, I’m still, I’m still
I’m still searching for whispers in between yells, I’m still, I’m still

I’m still swimming in harmony, I’m still dreaming of flight
I’m still lost in the waves, night after night

I’m still an arrow unshot, fixed in a bow, I’m still, I’m still
I’m still a fire unlit, ready to go, I’m still, I’m still

I’m still loaded and waiting, with anticipation to fly
I’m still studying the patterns in the night sky

I’m still a note that’s unplayed, ink on a page, I’m still, I’m still
I’m still a cry in the night, lonesome and high, I’m still, I’m still

I’m still tuned to an instrument of greater and unknown design
I’m still looking for direction, some kind of sign

I’m still tuning myself to the great key, I’m still, I’m still

I think the phrase I’m still pretty much captures the dynamic tension I feel: on the one hand, I’m STILL searching, and yet, there is a growing sense of acceptance, contentment, i.e., I’m “still”.  My circumstances remain the same, yet my attitude seems to be slowly changing …

I’m still …

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