Great Divide

Were I to set out on a journey endeavoring to document the world's Great Divides (Continental Divide), there would be no cause to wade out further than the watershed in my own backyard. I don't really have a watershed in my backyard, however, once there I would drain a basin brimming with dissimilar conceptions and misconceptions of the upper class, middle-class, and lower class, and then there is your typical hemorrhoid, “the pain in the ass”.

We populate a chockablock world of diverse peoples, cultures, and nations. It is no wonder the mind boggles when bombarded by princes of bombastic brittled banter dangerously bordering the brutality of whip-crackers with tongues resembling bullwhips. (kinda just liked the sound of that ramble.)

"There will always be a critic, but never allow them to silence your voice."

Diversity breeds division, and division is what makes up a vast world of Great Divides. Humanity is divided within humanity. Communicable relations have been, and will undoubtedly continue to be severed by the double-edged sword of written and spoken words alike. There will always be lush landscapes of elevated terrain whereon abide the high and mighty thoughts of high-minded lords lording over the lowly thoughts of mute peasants in the valley below.

"Standing atop a mountain peak is a wonderful accomplishment. Nevertheless, never lose sight of the fact that you, yourself, started your climb in the valley below, where the beauty of the lily flourishes."

The voice of columnists, composers, critics, dramatists, essayists, journalists, lyricists, novelists, playwrights, reporters, poets (and you and I) are just a handful of a much larger number making-up our Great Divides.

Diverse penman from every genre, color, and race, pen oceans of words with only one thing in common: they flow in different directions. There are works of literature on every level ranging from scientific gibberish to something easy enough for the hobo on the street corner to comprehend.

"Herin lies the Great Divide. Get over it and learn how to swim against the current."

I am still trying to figure out the purpose of this write. I suppose it is all a bunch of nonsense, as it should be, but somehow it all makes sense to me. Yesterday, I spent the entire day, and continued well into the early hours of the morning working on a piece for today's blog entry, however, I did not finish it. While I know where it is I would like to go, I have yet to figure out how to advance through the road blocks to get there. Perhaps I will have managed a detour before Sunday's offering.