Grazing the Infinite

Mundane. How does such a word sneak into the English dictionary? Does it have any true meaning? Every theory needs a hypothesis. I'm going to argue the negative on this one.

Maybe I'm stepping out on a limb, but I don't think I could lead my life in a way that allows and even calls for many of my words and actions to go forth void. What I mean is that every turn I take and every exchange I have has the potential for something eternal. I have to believe this. Not because I need some sort of emotional security blanket or because of some groundless idealistic belief in the altruistic spirit of humanity. No. From time to time I do deliberately look around, and sometimes I even glance up. Just a glimpse through the keyhole of the life of another makes it abundantly clear that what I do matters on a scale that I cannot begin to comprehend. Those connections and relationships are all important, but what is even more important is believing that the dots are somehow connected. Not just to the point that taking a genuine interest in my neighbor will bring light to unexpected places, possibly triggering some cosmic domino effect. It is rather a sincere trust that, whatever I do and whomever I do it to, the ramifications and cause-and-effect chains that are triggered go beyond the temporal and into realms that cannot be seen. That sounds pretty important.

So when I hear (more often than not in the timbre of my own voice) of the routine and monotony of the daily grind, I wrestle within myself. There are mountaintops and there are valleys; but roller coasters that go up eventually come back down, usually at an alarming rate. It is such a simple truth, though so slippery, that I am inherently valuable, loved, and worthy to hold the hands of another as dirty as mine.

I will not go for glamour. I do not think that I am supposed to. But that doesn't mean the screenplay of my life needs to be devoid of the dramatic, important, and amazing aspects of the simple human experience.

Even I am a fan of PBS.