you know ~

[lookingland]

scene: something idyllic and pastoral, i'm sure ~ running water at close hand.

you know, once, i had a terrible fear of becoming possessed by you.

what do you mean by that?

i don't know. i guess you had everything that was enviable and good, everything one would like to get caught up into: courage, confidence, popularity, a loving family, a fine education, a faith you were not ashamed to stand up for.

and yet...

and yet...strange as it is, there was something missing.

what?

i don't know. your eyes. the way you looked at me then. same way you look at me now. sometimes...it's like staring into darkness. like looking beyond you into something else. a deep, deep well. it sounds silly...but i can't explain it. i've always been afraid of falling into it.

a deep, deep well that leads where?

nowhere. that's what's so frightening.

i can't really answer to that.

no, of course you can't.

but really, all things lead somewhere.

do they?

assuredly.

you see? you know that.

i do.

i don't.

it's a defect of perspective, is all.

is it?

yes. the problem of life is not that we should take complicated things and try to simplify them.

it's not?

no, of course not. that's a very backwards approach if you'll forgive my expression. the real problem of life is finding the inherent simplicity in what we so wrongfully perceive as extraordinarily complex.

then where does the well lead?

if i had to wager?

yes.

it leads here, of course. where else?

snoppet ~ n. 1. a bit of something measurably
a wee longer than a snippet, but considerably
shorter (and less acerbic in tone) than a snit.
also good for sopping up juice.
2. a poppet that has fallen in a rainpuddle.