The Call
Senex et Puer There was once a little fish who played out his peaceful existence in a tributary that fed a great river. He was always careful not to get too close to the mouth of the tributary for he'd heard the elders speak of the great river's hunger, and that it would draw little fish out into its powerful current. And those who were drawn out were never seen again... --- A dream The river through which my soul swims, and in which I dream, draws me in through a call. It overrides my will and I watch with helpless acceptance as I'm pulled out of my peaceful tributary in which nothing ever happens; out into the violent rapids, away from comfort, swept away... I'm dashed upon the rocks, cast this way and that. I struggle hopelessly against the fates. I resist. But resistance is futile; dangerous even. In the cacophony of these raging rapids I hear the call again. That familiar call I've heard so often, and which I lament because I don't know how to respond to...