The myths and legends that have sprung up surrounding the ordeals of the “explorer” of any new realm, world, or universe have many motifs or themes or scenes that are nearly required as part of the elements of a satisfying adventure. Look ‘em up, if you’re interested. If you’re familiar, my goal here is not to bore you.
Often, so often as to be ‘predictable’, there are the scenes and themes that stress the deadliness, the seriousness, and the uncertainty of outcomes. We usually have these depicted by the scenes of the remains of those who have tried and died along the very path the current explorer now treads. (Deadly right or dead wrong, they are not telling us.)
We, the reader or the viewer (or the explorer?), have most often assumed that the dead died miserably…having fallen short…having ‘failed’. They weren’t enough (implied: good, enough, strong, enough, smart, enough…enough of whatever they didn’t have that got them killed)…
I strongly suggest otherwise…
I strongly suggest that they all did the best that they could…that they tried…that they went as far as they could
And left their bones as their marker and their testimony that there are worthy pursuits that sometimes end…the body can do no more and the ride or adventure or ordeal…abruptly? Or otherwise…comes to its end…the changing of the realms…
Personally, I don’t want to leave my bones in my ‘safe’ spot, hunkered down, defending my attitudes and crankiness against all challengers…sounds like high school in the nursing homes sometimes…
Naw, my bones will be out there caring and trying…even as I’m dripping, drooling, and doddering.
If you come across them bones, take heart and not fright. Keep going…you’re on a love-filled path. I was.
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