Accommodations

The mind is complex, and allowing it to wander untethered can do more than any planned rationale. What a journey, this impossible drive between two homes separated by everything, and two states of mind torn apart by distance and circumstance. Bless this time between worlds, for it allows the mind to become what it must, and what it must become to be hidden from itself until it is again time to inhabit this farce. Along this endless stretch of highway extend my hopes for what will be waiting when I arrive. In any direction the horizon is beyond reach, and in that silver lining creeping past mountains and clouds and plains and life lie my unattainable desires for a better world than the one I left behind, taunting in the grand and obvious existence which is never to be held. No matter how fast you run, away or towards, the distance is always distant and will always hide our dreams.

What a change, a joy, to be, and to see, when alas something has changed. But, even more to my disconcertion it is not this second or third world that has evolved into the one I wish it to be. For it is the mind that has changed. It has melded my two worlds of circumstance, and allowed it to be at rest during my endless migration. The world I left with respite remains, and yet the home I could never touch envelopes me and its warmth soothes a soul too long wandering civilization's wastelands. The mind has become something desired, and the body revives to match, and can finally be an object of pride instead of an idea too far abstract to be considered unto anything but itself. The chastity of desire to exit this mecca of mental stagnation and moral inconsequence is finally broken, and the mind and body want nothing more to be where it finally finds rest, and where it cannot remain.