“Get off your high horse” screamed the ….. Except ‘he’ didn’t have a horse neither was he on anything high for that matter. He was just created tall, standing straight on his scared ground, neither shrinking nor elongating, just standing! He tried to look down, he stretched down his hand , his back hurt, trying to go as low as possible but yet the liluput can not reach neither could ‘he’ go down any further. Then came the accusations, ‘you are too proud’ ‘you are a snob, arrogant, big headed, high minded, pretentious, uncaring, unloving, self obsessed, self centred etc.
With pain in his heart, he withdrew his hand and continued his journey, he must be, he must live his truth and he must never apologies for his height and so the gulf remained!
… the gulf is that gap that can not be bridged, that breach that can not be filled, that experiential difference, that psychological incongruence, that tribal disimilarity, that class disparity, that knowledge gap, that wisdom inequality, that unconsciousness, that unawareness, that obtuseness, that communication gap that grates and leads to nothing but pain on all sides and for all parties. It’s all lost in translation, broken to pieces in transportation, never reaches its destination, a journey in futility, just pointless yet we insist we must eat and play together! The legs do not fit under the table!
So the gulf remains.
Beautiful Ivory 