August 10, 2012

I’ve been reflecting on betrayal for the past few days, not a pastime I recommend. But if you have ever been cruelly and totally betrayed, you will understand what a difficult scab it is to leave alone. Especially for logical folks, who always want to know why, although there is no reason. And for kind folks, who don’t understand premeditated lies, even when they can not deny them. Loss is survivable, failure can be explained, but betrayal is without solution. It is just a hole in the fabric of life that defies repair, and never gets smaller no matter how joyfully time weaves the future. We build bridges across the chasms so we can move ahead. But the depths remain, part of our definition, markers carved in stone– turn right at the chasm and head straight on. And so we do, always dreading the inevitable day a bend in the road will drag us back to contemplate our insoluble destruction one more time.