A tree falling in the forest, one hand clapping, a bell ringing in an empty sky…all these zen descriptions of what might be effort that remains unknown.
How about something human scale like blowing a whistle in an empty field?
Blowing a whistle in an empty field…face turning red from the exertion, lungs burning, just this shy of passing out…and still blowing on…filling up the space with a sound no one will hear.
If you look up whistleblower, you’ll find out that it’s a pretty heavy term…bringing something to light that’s not right is a dangerous thing to do.
But what happens if your head is so full of paranoia and conspiracy that everything you see holds “something that’s not right”?
I remember the movie Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson…turned out to be a pretty straight ahead thriller by the time we got into the movie a ways…but early on it was hilarious how deeply he was into every conspiracy under the sun.
It was hilarious in the movie.
I don’t know that I’m not just another noisy “whistleblower”…tweeting and tooting, wheezing and warbling ( I found a thesaurus) about all the other whistling fools out in the world…buying up cases of Windex so I can make sure that the walls of my glass castle gleam.
I’ve always believed that we find what we look for (see an earlier post called “what kind of people”)….so I guess it’s not hard to understand when bad luck and bad people seem to surround certain people.
Maybe it’s time to sit down for a minute…put the whistle away for a while…and catch our breaths.
The world’s a pretty good place still as far as I can tell.
I’m just sayin’.