The Gift of Curiosity

“I have no special talents.  I am only passionately curious.”
~Albert Einstein

Not all of us have the inherent genius, nor the training for all that we would like. Some us are, sad as it may seem to those without, better at certain things than others. But it is also the beauty of the human experience that this can be made up for by another quality, one that Einstein knew well: curiosity.

The drive to investigate, to learn, to poke and poke until the curtain falls is more than mere persistence, mere stubbornness–it’s a passion. While it may prove the longer route, its results are also often the most satisfying. For in indulging our curiosity, we work our minds and our bodies, push ourselves to unravel the secrets of the world, and impart on us the talents to engage them. Will it always pan out? Of course not. I could investigate the workings of higher math functions day-in and day-out, but I dare say the ever-increasing layers of calculus will not unravel before me.

If you want to learn something, though–if something calls to you from heart or mind–then do not hold that curiosity back. It killed the cat–doesn’t mean it will kill you. Unless, of course, you want to learn how to properly lick an outlet. At that point, there’s nothing any of us can do for you.

Yet I will add this point: nothing–hear me: nothing–stirs creativity, like curiosity.

“The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.”
~Ralph W. Sockman

Phoenix Flight

Flames of her passing

stream the silence between

breathless twines of human grace,

the air, her plane–the smooth fall

among the flesh,

a look to pin the longing touch,

thirst for the flight they cannot share.

Merely human, cries the hush

of lights along her occupation–

no remedy for the pale drip

her candle set upon the choir.

Night lies in the dismount.

A touch of emotion…

I think Dale Carnegie, author of the still-famous “How to Win Friends and Influence People,” said it best when he declared, “When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion.”

Emotion lies at the core of man. It drives him, stirs him, moves him both in his actions and his reactions. Writers, perhaps, are among some of the most emotional of people, for they must be, as it is their want in life to capture the essential essences of mankind…

The latest quote of the week – a commentary on emotion:

“All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Of Appearance

For how many years have you been told the old adage, “The clothes make the man”? This week, appearances are the topic for our little dose of wisdom. Brought about by seeing several poignant examples over the course of the past week of truly small-minded people treating others cruelly for things inherently shallow.

Certainly, it would not be sensible of me to say that appearance plays no part in how most people interact with the world – it is no less than the nature of man that what we see does have input on how we react to a person. It affects it. Yet it should not dominate our reaction. What makes us human should be our ability to rise above first impressions, shallow inferences, to see what lies within before we make our judgments. After all, the clothes may change, but that doesn’t change the person.

To demonstrate this, our latest quote of the week comes from an old favorite of mine: Neil Gaiman. Many among you may be familiar with his “Sandman” series, among his many works, and if so, you’ll probably recognize this one:

“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.” ~Neil Gaiman, “Sandman”

To demonstrate, I give you the many faces of Chris, that is to say, me…a lot of different mes there, in some strange, some normal forms…but do I really change? Outwardly, perhaps, but the silly little writer has always remained…

To Dream

I soar

Unmoving

Over Emerald Fields

A bird upon the wind

As mere Humans cannot be.

I am the Shark

Within the waves

Of Mystery,

Unbidden.

I see the Depths

No Man was meant to see.

I am a Man

Within the city,

But the city falls

And I float through Chaos

Without Fear—

But I am not the Order.

I Create but cannot

Control

The Madness of my Mind.

Neither Walls nor Chains

Can hold me back.