The Faux Pas Press #78
17 March 2011
By Jason Fresh
LINEAR
Shoes purchased on a timescale make you feel accomplished. They make you feel alive with rage at your failures. They remind you of labor. They remind you of toil. I just happen to own a pair of shoes for running called Newton. (I ignore anyone who tells me they weren’t created by the man himself). And I think that I’m cool and worn because of them. Seriously, you go to a running event or a ‘race’ and discover that the Massa Confusa is obliged to purchase whatever plan, or idea, or five-finger shoe, or fucking GPS watch, or fucking Newton running shoe that will make it look hard. I want to look hard too. I like to think that I’m not all ‘linear’, consumed with the looming presence of my own worthlessness, dead-set on making up for lost time, but I am a part of it too. I am a pawn, linear, wearing watches to mark my progress, all the while forgetting that my MIND, the individual MIND must merge with a collective MIND that I create – thus, becoming the Chairman of the Board. But, you know what? My damn running shoes sure are not going to do it for me. If I stay linear, following progressive goals then I will be accomplished, rich, famous, and completely unaware of grace in the Universe - linear all the damn time and unaware of eternity.
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