Fly karma

I keep some thoughts jotted down on small index cards. They are just things that come to me at odd moments that seem worthy of not forgetting for one reason or another.

I was adding this thought today: Sometimes I feel like a fly battering myself against the window pane. I can see the world with all its possibilities and freedom, but I can't touch it or get there.

Then I happened to look back. Another thought was this: How many of us buzz madly about, bumping into things, totally ignoring the obvious way out?

And finally this: The most horrible of all things is to keep creatures who love each other apart.

Three separate thoughts, on three separate days. Not consecutive. Not consciously linked, yet indicative of my life lately.

All inspired by flies whose dead bodies accumulate in the crack of my window well, having died unfulfilled and helpless against their own limited understanding of the world as they know it.

Less than a foot away is a portal to that other world and it opens frequently. Had they been able to focus on that one thing, their lives would have been totally different.