Phoenix
by Dale J. Sprague
Reveries
3.2005
As my ego diminished for what I valued, so did my creative global capability. What I have sacrificed as an artist, I would do again and again for the return I have gained...family, friends, all I know within the great living eternity, I live..all what is meaningful to me, all what I value.
People have exceptional abilities. They know that they do, but what is more? that causes so many to not turn at least one ability into a talent. Talent is developed out of necessary for one's values. Values are key, not exceptional abilities, while exceptional abilities will often inspire values.
The world is in awe of computer'like minds, analytical genius, photographic memory, but we remember them less than those we can encounter, who so readily exchanged their precocious mind as a child for character and a little personality and what they value.
I took a little more time...demur, a late bloomer, as it were, to fall and rise as before I am sure...before I had any worldly intelligence at all, with a certain character and some personality, what I value more than any creative global capability.
The purpose of all creation, the prima facie existential cause, the purpose of all that is, in the process of creating distractions from the dread that nothingness in infinity's eternity, may very well be the creation of character and personality, of which all qualify, however dark or enlightened.