Percussive Heartbeat

Log out. Sign off. Turn off. Tune in. Escape all the technology, the electrical trappings that ensnare us within an open prison. We've become so reliant on it that any strong EMP blast would utterly destroy us, not because we couldn't survive, but because we wouldn't know how to survive.

But, I digress. Flick off everything that tethers you to modern society. Close your eyes, take a breath, and cover your ears with your hands. Hear that? That womb-like onrush that's somehow strangely soothing, even though you might not be able to place why? That's your heartbeat. That's the drumbeat to the theme song of your life.

Ever had one of those moments where you wished that you had a song, your song, that would play whenever you entered a room? Mine is BLUE from the Cowboy Bebop anime series. Well, that's what I always wished it was. Turns out, my true theme song is just my simple heartbeat. And yours is, too.

It almost never stops, save ever-brief moments of suspense-ridden torment/peace. It's amorphous, everchanging to reflect whatever's occurring around you. It's versatile enough to fit any main song that you want, though you might have to fiddle (hah hah) with it to get it to fit just right. But most of all, it's unique, and it's your own beat, and though someone, or something, will eventually take it from you, they'll never possess it. It's as unique and essential to you as anything there is in this world.

The Doctors, and I capitalize it for they are the closest things atheists have to gods these days, the Doctors would have us refer to these heart beats as "lub-dubs". Valve open, valve close. Valve open, valve close. This basic mechanism for sustaining life, and I can ascribe to it so much more, if only because I have learned to see everything as a product of everything else (this also explains why it is so easy for me to explain strange and/or difficult concepts, yet so hard for me to fully grasp something).

What does it mean? We all search for meaning in our lives, whether we realize it or not. As part of that, just as we see faces in anything vaguely reminiscent of two eyes, a nose and mouth, we tend to look towards something, anything, in order to find, discover, realize, understand. Have I answers? Nay. All I ask is that, maybe, just maybe, the answers might be closer than you hope. Listen, listen deep within yourself, and maybe you won't hear anything. Maybe there aren't answers.

And maybe there are.