North stars

May 3rd, 2011 | Tags:

My sky is full of them. I steer by them each in turn, drifting this way and that, sailing over familiar waters again and again as my guides change. What matters shifts like the winds in spring, first blowing west and next blasting east or south or north, heedless of my need.

I need a reason.

Is it ironic, or merely fitting, that a man who has dedicated himself to living in the light of reason should find that it is beyond his grasp?

  1. Gauk
    May 4th, 2011 at 18:43
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    I like the play on words, but “a reason” and “reason” are very different concepts. One is a means to an end and the other is a guiding force.

    The pattern you describe could also be an outward spiral search pattern, not just going in circles.