The Way of the Animal…Thought 1
Saturday, April 14th, 2007THRESHOLD is the word that appears to me in my untrammeled sight. The word comes to me and in that moment I know it has always been the meaning of everything–when the stones pile up on your back and the weight feels like it might crush you from the inside out. That my friend is the threshold… The place where the road begins, where you find out what you are made of. So many times, when the weight was on my back it felt like the end. I was wrong. It is the beginning. In life outside the gym when I was weary, I thought maybe I had run out of road. I wasn’t even on the road yet. I was filled with blinding rage and as I watched the blood come over my eyes, I knew I would find out, one way or another, what I am made of. I will know for sure when the weight becomes crippling, when the stones dig into my back and the blood comes up my throat from the pressure. I will find out everything I need to know, when I reach the threshold.






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