Acute and severe angles cut against the skies perfect evening canvas. Ribbons adorned with shimmering blue and white edges gnashed their teeth wildly with unbridled power, defying control, writhing then crashing with tremendous force headlong into the earth’s crust. A loud groan of discontent complained in earnest, rumbling down the hillside into the valley below. The denizens of the nearby scrub, falling hush, silenced.
A faint, white-hot, glowing ember rolled over freely with glee, gentle hands of wind coaxing it into the dry, leafy undergrowth. Over some distance the warmth emanated into the night, the wrathful light display incinerating and berating what was once established, set and fortified. It was clear at this point the valley had been scarred deep, and wouldn’t be the same again.
It is without a doubt that by the precision of the genetically coded tablets that deliver instructions for the operation of our person, that aspects of our being are not susceptible to change. Physical attributes can be dealt cruelly, or as great gifts, at no other than fates whim, often shaping who we are as individuals and preordaining a facet, like height or arm length which, in some ways, might promote us to superiority or relegate us to inferiority.
Alas, some details of our genetic makeup might very well be subject to change, as it is true we can create and ingrain habits, often without intelligent design. Sometimes, as a result of addictive behaviours we can be reshaped into a person previously unknown, by virtue of repetition without thought or foresight; the alcoholic or the incessant critic springs to mind. Certainly, it must be stated that with intelligent and reasonable manipulation of habits and oneself we can create routines and systems that benefit us of any given period, slowly shaping what can only be perceived as better or improved versions. Study, fitness and regular social routines may absolutely facilitate this variety of sought after growth.
The most jarring changes to ones being though, must be the overwhelming central-nervous response to a cataclysmic event, a life changing moment. A metamorphic response, so profound that almost in an instant the individual has changed, in some way forever. Giving way to a new force from within as it pries its way from beneath our souls and into the light.
After the lightning has struck, and the last ember cooled, the new and profound change has been undoubtedly seeded. It’s nigh impossible to say what will grow out of the earth or what strange form takes root – it is for certain, that regardless of the damage inflicted, and whatever the residual fire burnt away, that indeed something new and powerful will grow freely again, it just might take some exploring to understand what it is.
