Notes from the outer darkness, lobbed back through the plenum


All the metaphysical questions remain alive within me, burning and roiling. They are my birthright and will not go away. The family of questions surrounding my physical reality in this culture and world have faded and finally become almost comical, like the old silent cartoons of cats and dogs, bobbing and grinning.

There is an entire universe within me. A unique vision and voice, given to me as it has been so given to every person who has walked this world. It is a secret reality, one that can never be communicated, though I’ve tried my best to tell my story. I plan to explore this inner reality during the second half of my life. One can’t, really, in the first half. It’s second half work.

I’ll never be finished, but damn if I don’t expect it to be a helluva journey.

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  • Ellen Tucker

    You are absolutely right that it is second half work! One has to gain some distance from those urgent questions about how do I fit into this very imperfect culture, why don’t people see things the way I do, why doesn’t the church do what it should, and oh gasp, could it be I am actually the one who is out of synch and screwing everything up? Seems like we have to forgive ourselves and others all of that before we can see beyond it.

    But many of us out here hope you will keep telling your story, however “inner” it is!