I am grateful.
For long walks in the snow.
For the way the world smells after the rain.
For bicycles and kites and umbrellas.
I am grateful for the way the snow looks lit up as it falls past a street lamp.
I am grateful for art.
Not just art. Let me get specific.
I love and am grateful for
Magritte,
Van Gogh,
Clyfford Still
Dadaism
and gosh,
everything.
I am grateful for the entire history of paint and brush touching canvas.
I am grateful for colors. For the way they blend and contrast and swirl. And are really only nothing but reflected light.
I am grateful for music.
So grateful for music.
How it is eternally bound to memory.
How it chemically alters the mood and feel of a room.
How it is the earthly house of God and allows us to speak in ways our minds can never fathom.
I am grateful for science.
For the stars and our infinite galaxy.
For the intricacies of our evolution.
For the geologic column and carbon dating.
I am grateful that we figured out what dinosaurs are.
I am grateful for the bravery of Galileo,
Darwin,
Spinoza
and so many others,
who sought out Truth though it shattered their faith;
though it made them enemies
of the world.
I am grateful for questions.
For curiosity.
For the countless
who have given up comfort
and spiritual peace
in order to measure
how deep and wide the Truth really is.
And I am grateful for the Truth.
How it hides out in mystery.
Begging for us to seek it out.
Never really ever revealing itself.
I am grateful for my friends.
For coffee.
For laughter and science fiction
and everything we enjoy.
I am grateful for commas.
For syntax.
For the very words themselves.
I am grateful for the fact
that though I am just
writing a list,
I may not be writing it right.
I am grateful for women.
For the strong-willed,
intelligent,
beautiful
women that I have known.
And I have known some exceptional
women.
I have had the honor to be loved
by them.
To hold and be held.
I am grateful for sex.
For the fact that this body
was created for pleasure
and can receive pleasure
by giving it.
I am grateful that if anyone reads this,
at least one of them will be mad that I haven't really mentioned God yet.
I am grateful that they will tell me
that it is Him that I should be grateful towards.
I am even grateful that they will probably never listen to me or try to see things from my perspective.
I am grateful for loneliness.
For quiet.
For utter isolation.
I am grateful for the beauty
of suffering.
For the true peace that comes from sorrow.
I am trying to list everything
but I can't even scratch the surface.
I am grateful for our minds.
For synapses and dopamine
and all of its mysterious electricity.
Most of all,
I am grateful for consciousness.
For the fact that we can be aware of
and ponder all of this.
That I can express in words my awe.
I am grateful for existence.
For the incredible improbability of any of us being alive.
Though this world is full of pain, there is still so much joy.
I am grateful that I can occasionally stop and see that.
1:01 a.m. - 2012-10-26
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