Dear Worlds

            I have twelve followers on this blog (It sounds as if I have started some sort of cult. RISE MY FOLLOWERS!), and though that is a poor representation for a mass of the world I think that there is more detail in one person than most people examine in one life time in this world. So I speak to twelve worlds seen from twelve different sets of eyes, and for this honor I am grateful.
            It is essential to know our own world; to learn to see the wonders of life and to recognize how we see them. Grip the Meta-sight. Recognize the distinction between our sight, our world, and another's. It is simple to forget that how we see the world (Such an important thing to recognize) is not how others do. The simple question of "How" is quite prominent in this form. Think of the portent of wording the question "How do I see the world?" By simply asking we denote that there are other ways. Through recognition of our own abilities we acknowledge the myriad of others we do not have. What a humbling, respectful, brilliant acknowledgment for a human race wrought with differences. Oh to understand them!
            In this lies the ambiguity of my title. There are so many ways I could address fellow people in my life, in this life, in all people. Dear Worlds suits me best. May we all look through our eyes and recognize the stigmas, nuances, tones, and emotions we put into our world and learn to see their distinction from the worlds of others. In so doing may we all broaden our understanding of these countless people, These countless worlds.

Steps

        Walking is like climbing is like falling is like pushing is like pulling is like stepping into some new portion of reality. We can't help but be progressive, constantly leaving where we once were into where we shall be. Even in standing we only tempt time into one more second of progression. Everything is one more step forward, inch downward, rung upward. We are objects in motion, if not in the physical then in the ethereal, temporal, spiritual. This, dear loves, is the beauty of life. It forces us into the unknown second. We takes steps forward into time, changing position from one to the next, whether we like it or not. Best to like it then.
         Imagine for a moment a world of silent immovability. A world where no progress is thrust upon you. You are as capable as you have learned to be, you can move through every plain of thought, feeling, spirituality, and emotion only as well as you have learned to swim in them. But, no one will make you. It won't move around you. There is nothing there but what you can create. A nightmare or a paradise? Suddenly, when nothing is thrust upon you, what will you do?

Finding the lost

       There are always those distant things we can't remember, those silly things that could redefine our moments if we could recall them. Ever found one? It starts in a sudden moment of deja' vu. Then we recollect that this tidbit of wisdom is distantly our own, though perhaps has been found by a new owner. Do we express joy at our reunion? We have found a little bit of our lost selves! If this small revelation is that exhilarating then imagine our worlds beyond the veils of mortality when all our lost memories may return into play. Now to stop ourselves forgetting, forgetting all over again. Perhaps it is time to rethink keeping a journal.
        I feel there is always a distant scope of wonder in ourselves that will come with a greater understanding. There are lots of things we don't know or have not remembered that will surely redefine, change what we become. At least, I would hope so. I try to make it a habit to change what I am with what I know. Sad those that don't apply what they learn as if learning doesn't matter at all. When it does. It does and it always will.
        There are days when I feel like a child who has gained lost toys and every idea that came with them. Lost paradigms we once had. Compare, accept, discard. Where we have come from and where we are going. Where we could have been. What changed us? What have we kept? Self Inventory: Let's find out what we are, past, present, and becoming. And then, let's come to terms with it.

Me and you

      Me and you may walk different lines, speak different words, be different people, watch different sunsets, but the night still falls on us both in the end. And, I think I learn something from the sunsets I see in your eyes--watching you watch them. "What?" "Just watching."
     What am I watching? You, watching sunsets. How else will I know how you see them? This is important, you know. I like watching sunsets. You could say I am a sunset connoisseur, but I would be showed up by enthusiasts everywhere. I like to know what others look like when they see them. Perhaps I am not looking, I am simply seeing. Seeing you watching a sunset. What does this mean? It could mean lots, but perhaps it means I know just one more thing about you. I won't impertinently claim it reveals your life story to me or hordes of hidden depths of feeling. I will tell you it lets me know how you watch a sunset. That is a nice thing to know. It is nice to know the little things. Don't ask me what I see. You will be disappointed. I see you watching a sunset.
      Sunsets aside I do see staggered meanings in things, but these are most often wrong. Dropping a candle does not mean the light has gone from your life, and moving my stuff from a seat does not mean you wish to supplant me. Buying food does not mean I am starving you, serving breakfast does not mean I failed to serve you first. A gift is best seen as a gift, not a request for compensation.
       Let's not play hidden meanings until we both know the rules. Then it can be quite fun, mind readers everywhere. Then it can be a game worth playing, but let's get the basics down first.

Revelations and aptitude.

        I have been asked how one can tell what gifts they have been given. I didn't know at the time. Now I recognize a unified voice of query among all younger folk. "What talents do I have?" For many this question is a catalyst to self pity and sin. A wander into the web. When you're being eaten it is hard to tell when you are special. When you are all special.
       All have been given gifts. Given them from a loving God. All hidden by the world, buried beneath vice. Most common is pride. Looking at those who have not only found, but nourished, their abilities and we find that suddenly we have nothing. That discourages us from having anything. Why should it matter? What do they have to do with us? We may not receive praise for our acknowlegeably smaller successes, but we didn't do it for praise. We did it to fully live. Without the exercise of talents and expression of self accompanied with that how can we ever accomplish happiness in this life. Not knowing where to look for the pot of gold and not knowing what to spend it on.
        Where do we look? None-other than our best selves. Look when we are serving, loving, being the best we can be. How do we accomplish our successes? Deduce what is different, what we individually notice about the gospel? About love? About self-control? About humility? What does it do for you, for me, for us? Remove the dregs of worldly and see what lies beneath. We are archeologically uncovering our true selves from mounds of dirt. Remove it, the soil, use it to plant flowers in later (The best the soil can offer). Look at what truly is. And, now, we can see what we are capable of. Revealed aptitude.