In love we disappear

“So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made
In love we disappear”

Leonard Cohen

Today I rode my electric bike around West Omaha. The day started out grey and dreary. But by midday the clouds gave way to the sun and it made for an incredibly pleasant afternoon.

I stopped at this little lake and lay down on a bench and looked up to the leaves of a tree dancing in the breeze as the clouds mosied on by. 

I closed my eyes and thought about my life. I thought about my brother. I cried for a bit. 

I reflected on the people in my life who have played various roles in it, some significant and some not so significant, but I especially reflected on those who have loved me and those that continue to do so to this day.

I thought about the great disparities in this world. The sorrow and depravity of humankind pitted against the beauty and ecstasy of what it means to be human. 

But even after a day of pondering and thought and reflection I have no true insights into the paradoxical mysteries of this universe. 

Like Job I look at these things and to God and am both appalled and astonished, and so I shall put my hand over my mouth and remain quiet in the meantime.

Published by Andrew

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