Story of the Clanging Heart

October 13, 2010

There was a large space.   Within the space were numerous small puffy cherry colored hearts.  They were nestled next to each other shoulder overlapping shoulder.  They sang a tune.  It sounded like hum hum hum.  They were identical, except for one.  This one jumped up and ever so often made a noise of a clang.  The one that jumped up never was able to cozy up with the others and began to feel different and left out, although he looked the same.  It seems he needed to jump and ring out.

Then one day all the hearts turned over.  In the process the hearts turned over on top of the special one.  He was now underneath all the hearts and couldn’t jump up.  He listened to the hum, hum, hum.  It was nice.  He tried the tune, and his sound was ah, ah, ah.  He felt all the hearts touch him.  Shoulders were comforting him, this was different.  He slowly became one with the cluster.

Another day came.  The hearts rolled over.  The special one was no longer small and puffy.  He was much larger than the rest and flat like a heart shaped pancake.  Hearts were on top of him.  The tiny hearts were jumping up, this time they landed on him.  He was so large that he felt many hearts leaping and singing.  They were like him long ago.  His song hummed. They were the same but different.

The moral of the story:   Life, we are all one in the same jumping and clanging to our own beat.

Are you wondering where this came from?  I woke up at 4 am and this was in my head.  I could illustrate it.  Am I reading too much Confucius and becoming a philosopher?   Do I need a softer bed?