Back from Deblogification

Night falls over the metaphorical world of this blog.  A hush trickles across the barren plain which is the repressed id.  Shaking free from the tentacles of dark, mysterious thoughts I pull myself towards a blurry light.  What is it, I wonder?  Lo,  it is the superficial superego which this megalomaniacal society forces upon me.  I momentarily unloose the brambles tying me to my deepest thoughts to sample the tepid waters of common thought.

For but a season I scamper about in this seeming wonderland.  I forsake the blogging roots which sustain me and try to go it alone.  The desire to rant, vent, or explicate I squelch, neglecting my most basic needs.  In my moments of deepest anguish I turn to apathy and complacency.  

Soon the ambivalency and lightmindedness of it all literally buoys me up and I float in the atmosphere.  While I hang high above in the haze, I realize I need some heaviness.  Some weight. Some are meant to live a life of ignorance and non-examination, but that is not the course for me.  I must return to my melancholy and semi-depressing blog!  For I have made a pledge!

From the frigid North I feel an ARCTIC BLAST of wind approaching.  Gusts envelope me and buffet me amongst the clouds.  I crystallize in the intense freeze and freefall to the earth in a familar hexagonal form.  Around me I see millions like me also parachuting to the firm ground.

For days I lay in a massive drift which blankets the landscape in a pristine white.  I find myself completely immobilized--nowhere to go.  How long will this last?  When will I be ready to return to the mire of the life I once knew?  

The sun breaks through the clouds at long last.  Slender rays pierce my sides and I disperse into water.  Rivulets form streams and I find the cycle returning me back finally to the briar pit which I so foolishly left.

As I ponder on this singular experience, the thought occurs to me that a cycle which perpetuates life on this earth--namely, the precipitation cycle-- mirrors a cycle that I have with my innermost self.  To wit,  I start off in the pit of intense self scrutiny.  I constantly wax philosophical and live life to the fullest (in my unique way), questioning everything.  Then the heat of artificiality, possessions, and gratification causes me to evaporate and I no longer think as deeply.  At the worst point, I become a slave to pleasure and I cast off my brain.  I then reach a barrier where I no longer can keep up the facade, whereupon I condense back into liquid and fall back where I was.  

To speak more plainly, I stopped writing posts for about a month.  Was it a formal self-imposed period of blogging detoxification?  No, not really.  Did I just start moving away from writing and didn't really feel like probing my mind and started worrying about other things?  Yes.

But I'm back.  Screw those other things.