“Child, are you lost, is there something you’re looking for?
“The Edge – is it a real place, like the playground or the library or daddy’s work?”
“It is real, little one, but the Edge is not made of metal or brick, it is not a physical place.”
“Then how will I know I am there if I can’t sit or stand on it?”
“You will learn to recognize it as you grow older and experience the fullness of life.
It will be eternity dancing only for you, guiding you towards enlightenment.”
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“Child, you will know the Edge by a whisper- something about you stood apart
Maybe you are born right out of your time…”
She watches The Child walk away murmuring that silly song that tattoo themselves forever on our body of memories…
…Would I, if Fates allowed it, steer the child away from the Edge?…
…Am I willing to exchange tides of deafening silence with lives of loud emptiness?…
She turns and walks away…the same silly song dances away from her lips.
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“Throw me tomorrow…throw me tomorrow”
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The Edge or not the Edge… now that is the question! 😀
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Is it, Tom? Try again 😉
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It’s one of them, if not the one…
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Very profound take
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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On the Edge is the only place to live.
Love Bowie, love the song, Denise.
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Absolutely, the only place.
I am not surprised you do, CE. As do I.
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Wise words that the child will hopefully remember,
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Hopefully, Keith.
It is surprising though, some of the things we remember from childhood.
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I like the thought of the child searching for the Edge not even sure what it is.
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I believe it’s “the innocence” of a child that enables her or him to do such things.
Not yet “prejudiced” by their elders in the guise of practicality, their imaginations believe in possibility.
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Hauntingly beautiful words, Denise. I can hear their voices: the innocent and the mystic.
“…eternity dancing only for you…’ wow!
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Thank you, Chris!
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the edge is the bomb
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Wait…who said that…Paul? Paul! It’s so good to see you back ’round these parts!
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By the way, I am a Thursday’s child
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The best place to be, it certainly is.
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We have consensus, Mimi.
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Magical, Denise, quite magical.
I’m a Thursday’s child. When I was little, I had a game I played where I used to pedal on my tricycle to ‘the end of the world.’ There was a fence in my imagination that marked that end. Beyond it was a desert. I could never get over that fence! ‘It will be eternity dancing for you…’
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Thank you, Jenne.
Cool. That is a precious memory, thank you for sharing it. Funny how we can pull those kinds of childhood memories to the forefront of our brains and somewhere among those memories find a parallel in current day.
Don’t ever stop pedaling “to the end of the world”, Jenne.
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what the hell! (Jenne’s comment, as much as the Six)… what a place that place must be, ‘the end of the world’.
My own manifestation of what surely is common among clarks is the notion of the place where they’ve hidden the one thing that, once learned, would permit us to become real people. In practice when I have trouble falling asleep, I set out to walk to the edge of the world. In my mind, of course!
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