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On Worlds

“I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer.

Then, child, make another.

– Madeleine Miller, Circe

“To create one’s own world takes courage,” or so said the artist Georgia O’Keefe, whose white rose will be infinitely spiraling in my memory–it’s endless folds and hidden pathways. The world is a lot like that: spirals and obscured turns. I think creating a world, any world, is more than courage. But I’m not sure what that more is. Can all people create worlds? Should worlds be created, or must this one be lived? Should we find the beauty here, create our own beauty here, instead of looking outside? Must unhappiness be lived?

I ask with the intention to discover an answer, not to answer these questions myself. If I experience unbearableness, can I create something bearable? Perhaps I should not be posing these inquiries unless I have lived something that must be undone and done again, but then I’ve always desired to have a “just in case” solution for what I can.

But I digress. What is that more than courage I claimed to be there? Maybe power, the power to anticipate each shrouded turn–each spiral–and what’s more, to unravel it; to make the pathway straight and clear. To identify the one pathway that is your own.

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