Egg Shells

I hope the visions become stronger.

Today I ate a soft boiled egg.  It's not as easy as I remembered to make a soft boiled egg.  The timing has to be a precise - hard boiled eggs have a pretty wide margin of error, omelettes more or less give you visual cues as to when to to flipped, scrambled eggs (though a continued favourite) are a lasting testament of my laziness, but soft boiled eggs are not easy.  And then de-shelling them is a task - too much pressure and you'll have goop all over your counter, not enough pressure and you'll be eating a meal gone cold.  If you don't care about plating you can just crack it in half and let the yolk fall our but then you have to scoop out the meaty whites with a spoon which can engender shell consumption.  Soft boiled eggs on the face of things is probably the most mundane uninteresting topic to delve into, it's a stretch even calling it a topic, but somewhere within those unfertilized ovals lay today's lesson.

It's not over once you've cracked through the shell.

I'm thankful for having people in my life who have touched me - people whom I have never met but who have touched me with their words, and people who have entered my life and touched me without the use of any. Each, all, of them have cracked away at the shell of existence that encapsulates my days.  Every day I am stuck in reality, I see what is shown to me and thrive to better understand what hasn't.  I already know there is more - I feel it in every breath.  Each time I am touched by a loved one I catch a glimmer of the reality that holds all truth in this glimmer and feel the undying urge to describe it, but often I am shrouded by the demands of reality - breathing and such.  But I can't rely on loved ones to continue cracking the shell for me, truth is soft boiled and it demands precision and hard work.  I have to do my own digging, I have to dedicate the time and put in the effort to disrobe myself of reality completely.  And I need to do it soon before the truth gets cold and tasteless.  It's ripe with potential now, filled with wonder, and I must seize it.  I spent so much time thanking the people who have given me the glimmers of truth that I have neglected the quest for the whole truth.  I guess this is a final thank you.

They open doors but dare not enter.  Close the door behind you so nobody need fear.