Under the Tree

Naked and alone I sit, waiting for the forbidden fruit to fall from the tree of life, the leaves rustling above me. Waiting for gravity in fear of the consequences taking the initiative into my own hands might bring. My mind a fertile blank, for I have not yet tasted of the wisdom and the knowledge that awaits my eager palate. Oh, I have had a glimpse into that enlightenment, but only briefly... until the drugs wore off. Once more isolated within my own limitations, I ponder the meaning of it all and question my sanity. Will the fruit be bitter or sweet? Succulent and tender, or dry and hard? It smells of rotting flesh, for it brings with it the realization that life must eventually end. And yet I eagerly anticipate biting into the bloody pulp and savoring each drop of rancid ichor. I thirst for the mind-bending awareness contained within... although I already know the ultimate truth. Mankind sits at the brink of self-destruction... as it has for millennia long since past and forgotten. Will the end be fast or slow? Painlessly drifting off to sleep or agonizingly tortuous and cruel? The tree of life remains silent, withholding its gift... letting only the aroma of the fruit bring momentary understanding. What will be, will be, not the will of you or me.9-21-2001, Reposting from the bottom of the list 'cause nobody's looking at it there (grin) Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 04:22 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl    0 • 12