Did He Hit His Head?

Did he hit his head?

God is in the details. But I was enveloped by bigger things. There were a few stars obscured by clouds. The City was beaming and it was Everything; the Lake was crashing and it was Nothing. My ears surrounded by seductive horns and triumphant percussion. His arms went straight up. He swayed to the right (he’ll regain his balance). He leaned to the left (oh shit). He went down. “Fuck, dude, are you alright?” “I’m fine, let’s keep going.” “Let’s just take a minute.” “Nah, let’s keep going.” 

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Did he hit his head?

We continued along, we caught up with the others. We took a new way, we found the river. The River. The intersection of Everything and Nothing. One becomes the other without schism: they flow into each other. The lights of our City are the stars of our generation; reflected on the water, shimmering, waving to us, it is the manifestation of starry night in 2011. 

“Did I hit my head?”

I am an atheist; God is in the details. So why did I feel the need to focus on one individual leaf of the trees that were zooming past, zero in, and try to grab it? I didn’t want a handful of leaves, I wanted precision: I wanted one.single.leaf. on every tree. And I was already plotting on the next tree before I had picked the leaf off the first. 

“Did he hit his head?”

I’ll never know that answer. My focus is backwards. Is my focus backwards? I should have paid more attention to the details. I hope it’s not too late. 

Perhaps the City is Nothing and Lake is Everything.