To be or not to be?

Solid, solid , solid, Solid as a rock. I don’t know if I’ve ever known myself to be completely solid. Guess I’m one to enjoy remembering the space between each cell. I’m weird that way. I get more comfort in the thought of space and spirit, than the material.

Used to think money was a solid, a sure thing, but it’s all water and air; the most fluid idea we’ve got going. Money comes in and out like ocean tides. There’s a cycle, but it’s not all predictable. There are tsunamis.

I think I realized my solidness when I became most aware of my height. Probably around the time I caught up to my 4’11” grandmother and surpassed her. The first adult I outgrew. I remember feeling miles away from my feet and knowing that they were completely mine, even if my head was growing away from them.

When I was 12 or 13, I noticed my arms where beginning to have some shape, not to mention some vasculinity that comes with masculinity. I felt my body was profoundly mine. Even though I was changing, I contemplated spending years in this skin. I wondered how long these arms will be here.

Seems the exact opposite of Buddhism or "spiritual endeavors", to be solid, to be here, but it’s not really. Solidness can show that attachment is a mental construct, a denial of the ever changing nature of life. Incarnation isn’t to be transcended, but accepted. It’s not about giving up earthly pleasure, it’s knowing that it can’t be frozen….solid, I guess.

Then there’s Walt Disney, but I get a head of myself.