A Warm Current to Ride





A Warm Current to Ride

And the said paradox was not without an eternity to descriptive application.  No definition could either assign a contemplative light or a dissuading dark side with compelling fact or complete honesty.  The simplicity of the topic would likely have been noted in other realms, but this particular one held only baggage filled with an uncertainty that saddened the wildest and most creative minds.  For those who flew through days on waves of warm currents greeted by grey and white clouds were without hesitation and grew towards an end that was lit with fear filled belief that meaning would enlighten their soul.  And those who were powered by unfortunate and unwanted gifts of incomplete tangents of thought, were blessed with mountains that permitted glimpses of answers that teased with that very same uncertainty that quiets uncomplicated minds.  Light would be experienced by all who exist, although in a variance that would be deemed unfair by many, and sadly, not quite considered unusual by the rest.  Darkness would be experienced by masses that would be hushed as to not disturb the light of the greater good with only subtle reminders to appease the soul. A processes of thought burial concealed as acceptance would then ensue for the luckier subset. For others, the developing evaluation of latter experience would evidently reveal the paradox that is life.  With great dissatisfaction, this paradox would cause an unfortunate subset of humanity to succumb, and the rest to remain hopeful and continue in the warm light and occasional fog of grey that is the beautiful current they ride.  All that may potentially remain would be those with an existence where the
acceptable understanding of the term implies that a paradox be a statement or proposition that, despite sound (or apparently sound) reasoning from acceptable premises, leads to a conclusion that seems senseless, logically unacceptable, or self-contradictory.  The life experience paradox therefor is fortunately quite superficial for the masses, and of ongoing exploration by the subset of unfortunate thinkers who can't find a warm current to ride.

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