(Current) And Finally I Saw It All... And Sighed
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The chances of him being rescued are, once we mute the pedantic news casters narrating the every bob and redirection of the helium filled “experimental aircraft”, clearly not in kind favor.
And it makes me sick and feel romantic all at once, because this little boy is going to see the world before he dies… but will never know it. Once the baffling show is over, his parents will likely face charges – more likely from the FAA for entering unapproved airspace, or the military for taking on an endeavor which paranoia simply begs to be construed as “terroristic”.
I almost want to be that kid though. Floating through the beautiful blue, light as the gas which sustains his rise…
So far away from this feet-on-earth and so incapable of controlling his direction. Thoughtless, free, and bound for the fabled books of history. Young, and unjaded, not yet old enough for the slow numb which touches even the most determined Peter Pan. He is flying effortlessly in a dream, through clouds and over vistas most never imagine to reign over.
Were this a novel, or the movie they will likely make of the event, he would reach Paris, cross the Sahara, birds flanking his migration in formation, along Everest, the Russian Tundras, the beautiful, heat-baked island of Australia. His adventures are many, though they will never be told, but we will script for him a fate like James and his peach. Someday he will land, and though never heard from again, live out his ever-youth in a hidden land which somehow science hasn’t managed to chart and rape of it’s undiscovered majesty.
We can think him there… but we are still here on feet-to-earth.
And on this ground we know the sum of gravity and feebleness of the human form.
Still, as I cry when the verdict true comes, it will be half for the young body laid rest, and half for my own having never graced such wonderous hights.
This orb is heavy. Perhaps he is the lucky one in the end.
TBall
i my first hope when i heard the news, was that the Doctor would materilise over the balloon and rescue the boy from his fate…..of either dying or worse… living an uneventful life…...then i thought…..I wanted the tardis escape for myself….........now I must, must get dressed for work
RosaCobos
I fell puzzled…
about the verdict...is he being judged… condemned to diying?
Or is it the metaphor of the eternal child living within us.. doomed to be lost in the terrible act though seemingly necessary act… of… socialization?
I can see it…..and love the tripe that this child is tripping, apparently all alone…for we travel always alone. And the searching for the inner soul, so aline to others, so special and unique that no one can enter either with or without any permission.
And if an illness… is going to separate him from us… future corpses walking gaily….may be it is the vehicle for a personal meeting, with the real essence… nothing taking from, nothing giving..free of bondage, of constantly wishing to be love and accepted.
Rosa
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Gordon Merrick... replied
I am very much honored. Thank you.