Kyle1Senior Contributor
Acedia
When I first looked at the etymology of 'depression' I thought: gardening. As a self sufficient food grower, it makes sense: you press the seed down (into darkness), let it break free from there... Some rain. Some sun. Await the harvest...
As I consider the word today, I think Abiram, and Korah, and honeycomb geology - where the earth itself is undermined with hollows and caverns that ultimately become sink holes...
It feels like I could be a seed pressed down into one of those. A witless seed inside a sink hole.
And the cleverness in me says: "Great...then I shall have deep roots!"
But this space, yet, is a bottomless pit.
And the cleverness in me says:
"Great...then I shall be a wing-ed seed, and fly from here!"
But in this space there is, yet, no wind.
"Then I shall go on plummeting 'til I reach the mantle of the earth, and in the molten fires will I burn"
And the cleverness in me says:
"Great...then I shall become the phoenix at last!"
But in this space there is, yet, time. It is a boa constrictor. Wrapping a fawn that ate the seed that lives and dies in darkness.