Atlas

Breaking through layers of calcified muscle that encrusted the channel that enables the easy flow of communication between mind and heart has been and continues to be a lesson from love.

When I first learnt that Atlas is real and exist as a muscle in the human body, I was lost for words to string up an apology that would suffice for making up for thinking that the symbol of a man carrying the world on his shoulder was metaphorical, hysterical, mythical and a feat that a human being suppose is possible

All the while I was trying to do the Atlas pose and I wondered how did he do it. That to me in hindsight has turned out to be the most overrated, overblown and outrageous obligated expectation bestowed on man by its own species. That finally made Atlas more than an image of a Superman Samson. Needless to say, I am happy that Life is able to undo whatever damage can be undone to my human body and accept that some parts need ongoing maintenance

Thank you Life for forgiving the insidious ignorance of the intricate details of my being. I intend to cooperate and provide my body with lifelong suport of its many parts which functions best as one whole. I am most grateful for helping me rebuild the house of Love!