Heroes Not Zombies

As I walked past Kings Park at 7am this morning I could see the lights of Stirling Castle shining high up on the rock. The rain spotted my glasses, and the cold wind blew against my cheeks. On my iPod, Stevie Ray Vaughan played Voodoo Chile, and wave after wave of thoughts washed over my mind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEJh2FFUUoU

I thought, right now, 7am, February 4th, 2014, I am the only creature in the whole universe walking past Kings Park, feeling the rain and the wind on my face, hearing the guitar of Stevie Ray Vaughan in my ears, and thinking these exact thoughts.

I was struck by the uniqueness of the moment. I was struck by the sense of the universe expanding over the billions of years, developing furnaces of fission and fusion, scattering the elements of the stars far and wide, only for them to collide in a place to become known as the Earth, and for Life to miraculously emerge, and spectacularly evolve from single cell creatures to generation after generation of complex beings we call humans, and here I am…..one, ever changing, distinctly unique manifestation of this amazing story……having this utterly distinct experience of living.

Then, on the train, on my phone, I stumbled upon this……

Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world’s phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again. That is why every man’s story is important, eternal, sacred;

                                                                                                                                                                     Herman Hesse. Demian.

How does that all happen?

I really don’t know