There are some things in this life which beyond a doubt, you know the instant they happen will change you forever, right to the very core of who you are. A death of a loved one, the loss of a love life, an accident, these are the obvious ones. Others, just as significant are harder to realize but inevitably the little things, the minor changes, are just as life impacting, having built up over time to eventually snap you awake, like an earthquake, leaving you befuddled and shook up, wondering at the chaos and devastation surrounding you.
There are those changes, little by little, which are willful and of personal action, though many events are without our influence or control. We are still able to guide our lives, somewhat and those actions we take are like ripples of influence that cascade, rebound and reverberate throughout our lives. In this sense, the “butterfly effect” is a real and a substantive consequence. The old football injury from high school later comes becomes the limp and soreness in old age. The love left brokenhearted and jaded, never able to trust. That one step too late, knowing as the bus drives off, that you’ve just lost your job for again being late, the third time this year.
Cause and effect, yin and yang, here or there, there is no escaping change. Sometimes, those changes run so deep, whether they happen instantaneously or developed over a long period of time, once recognized for what they are, the person, no matter who they are, is never the same. A fundamental re-encoding of the conscious and subconscious mind takes place, as if fireworks are lit off, burning away all the illusions and preconceptions, lighting the facts and the truth of the situation ablaze with a fury of willful thoughts, striving and grasping for reason, any reason.
The greatest of these, is when no reason can be found, no conclusion is to be discovered amongst the ruin. When for every perceptible explanation, the well of possibilities runs dry, only then can one say they have been “reborn” having now been stripped away of all other substance and material, to be ash upon a field, now barren of all that was before. This is a rare event in the lives of most; few are tested in such a way, even fewer survive or cross over to that new field. Perhaps one in a million, one in a billion, comes away with the plume of the Phoenix, having survived and let loose the need for understanding, replacing that want with experience and then challenging the universe to accept this new appreciation for the reality.
From Tirade of Dave, by D.B.Hall