At Least Icarus Flew.

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Icarus!
    Flew toward
        the indifferent sun

Ecstasy!
    Even as he fell
        toward the uncaring ground.

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So yesterday this super dubious whatsapp message was circulating around re: the moon from 10-11pm being visible in 12 different colours or something, and that formed the basis for that last post. For whatever reason, "The Jade Rabbit Feasts on Green Cheese" is now my favourite title of them all, even as I'm still wondering what that was all about. Poems (or attempted poems!) are the strangest things of all.

"Icarus" here, at least, I know why. Of course, the story of Icarus is at heart supposedly an allegory on hubris. But perhaps it is a mere tale on the dangers of getting lost in the moment, of forgetting where or even who you are. That is the origin of Icarus, after all. It is about daring to dream of escape; it is about actually trying to.

What do the actual consequences matter?

Except that they do. They really do. I feel like I'm treading on dangerous ground at times. Only sometimes I'm not sure whether I even care or not. It's so easy to lose myself in flight. And yet. A duty of care, a responsibility to be better than this. It's not just about me anymore, is it?

It's terrifying to think about all the things that could go wrong, exhilarating to think about what could go right. So God help me, I gotta navigate my way through these shoals on either side and emerge safely somehow. Well, safety perhaps isn't the right word here - there are going to be risks I have to take too. What a crazy state of delirium indeed.

Hurtling blindfolded into the great unknown, and I wouldn't have it any other way. This is the real world. This is me in God's playground. And He's holding on to me.

Alright, time for bed. Operation: BodyClock Reset begins now.