The web trapped my wife today. That isn’t news. Webs capture everyone, all the time, usually without their awareness. I don’t know how much awareness she experiences that the web has taken her in. She’s intelligent and articulate but….
Yes, she has buts. It’s not personal against her. We all have buts embedded in our personalities that keep us shy of perfection. I have them. I think I’m aware of most of the buts that mar my perfection but I’m probably ignorant of several. It’s the nature of the web, this web of logic, emotions, experiences and perceptions through which we live, act and think, that we can’t understand all the strands and the tugs manifested on existence. Vibrations ripple through and we react, sometimes catching ourselves in the act, sometimes stopping ourselves from going further but sometimes justifying not stopping ourselves and letting ourselves react, even though we know, that’s not good, reminding ourselves, a bill will come later. “What was wrong with them?” we sometimes ask. “Why did they act like that? They know better than that.” Yes, sometimes we forget the web’s nature and its influences.
Webs trap the cats and the neighbors. Webs snare shoppers and vacationers, drivers. Webs surely trap politicians and business people. Some are better than others about dealing with their webs, a number that doesn’t include me. My webs are old but strong. I’ve been in them so long, they’ve become a comfortable hammock from where I view the world. It’s comfortable, but it remains a web.
Like right now. I think, so I write, responding to the vibrations felt in my web.
Time to write like crazy, at least one more time.