When the Spirit moves through us, it often expresses itself in a way that captures both our intellect and our heart. This is never more true than when our prose becomes poetic in nature. What follows is just such an example.
Expectation is the name of a Mist. This Mist has
other names. Call It 'meaning' if You like. Call It 'knowing'. Call It 'desire.' Clear this Mist away, some say, and Reality stands revealed. Their name of It is Maya, 'Illusion.' Worship the Mist,
bow down to It, others say, that we may be secure from troubles and pain. Their name for It varies from 'love' to 'ignorance' and includes along the way much of confusion and heartbeat and passion. Still others even today
insist: we must boil It, work It, chop It, smooth It, analyze It and refashion with It. And their name for It is 'science' or 'reason' or 'logic' or 'justice.' And in with all these people and their legions of
names and their conflicting prescriptions, recipies, formulas and scriptures, is the Thing Itself -- the Mist. Astrologers looked upon Sun, Moon, planets and stars -- their many apparent motions -- and they drew together in the
Mist ... and they draw on today. Psychologists and psychiatrists now pause to reflect, musing both within and upon the Mist. Leaders of men, to whom many look for guidance or rule, know this Mist too well, for It
intensifies about them, becomes thick almost to the point of independent certainty. As Virtue, It is almost tangible; as Control, It foregoes all happenstance; as Power, It would grow unbounded in both range and
intensity. Physicists wonder amidst matter what holds matter together, how energy may become matter, what matters most amidst matter, they plumb the Mist. Divines look long and desparately for new aspects or answers
to the problem of Sin. The Mist is patient, finding Itself no problem at all. Artists toy and tremble with perception and the determination to overcome or pierce its limitations, they clutch at Mist. There is more to
Mist than meets the eye; more to meaning, more to knowing, more to desire than meets the eye. What more, what is more? -- more is Mist. Some would have it that Mist is "Mystery', that It always remains occluded; that It
is Occult, the occultists claim, so to claim It. Mist. "Mist" is a word. 'Mist' is a potential image. Mist is prepotential certainty, a plasticity of imminent creation, the spark of individual thought as well as
its directly sustaining medium. A four-letter word, just like Mind. DD of Faber, VA