Mukluks, Cowboy Boots and Flip Flops
the follower of any stripe believing in the mystics magicians or messiahs this believer of the magic touch in saints yogis or gurus the divine insights of jesus or the buddha somehow better than the divine insights of the celtic druids of the egyptian priests or the oracles of greece or the sibyles of rome no matter his beliefs and disbeliefs this modern day disciple always wears mismatched shoes his supernaturalism his metaphysical his fantastical the mukluk on his left foot while his realism of medicine being better than prayer for curing ills and the realism of ignoring a wrong way sign on a freeway entrance having critical consequences treating those as something more than mere illusions more than just god's will or a consequence of transcendental enlightenment that keep the car on the road and going the right way this realism his mukluk on one foot paired with the supernatural the mysticism of an air jordan a football cleat a leather oxford a cowboy boot an adidas flip flop a clown shoe either laced or slipped on the other foot but this clever clever disciple with his selective realities always quick to proclaim how any pair of matching shoes cannot match every situation how chuck taylors are worse in snow or mud than the hiking boot he sometimes wears neglecting to recount willfully the kung fu slipper he pairs with that boot this clever clever disciple criticizing the imperfections of matching shoes in order to ignore the idiocy of his own mismatched shoes looking the fool knowing he's the fool not only by fashion but the awkward stride that pairing a clown shoe with an ice skate proclaims but reassured by the fashions of all the others in a ballet slipper of god's will matched with a glistening black stiletto of his own will or a roman sandal his belief in mortality that keeps him awake paired with a snake wrangler's boot his belief in some afterlife of heaven or nirvana or eternal recurrence this footwear an awkward pair that still doesn't sooth his slumber or allow him to rejoice rather than mourn at the funeral of someone who's led a long and productive life through all the challenges and choices he had made but that fashion's still better limping around believing and disbelieving wanting it both ways but never having it that's better than any normal stride in matching footwear that gets you where you need to go with the occasion slip the occasional wet foot and blister loosing your balance from time to time too but perhaps less often in matching shoes rather than an armored horseman's sabaton paired with a roller skate slipping and falling sometimes but mostly getting where we need to be more subtly less conspicuously than with outrageously mismatched shoes traveling in mostly boring comfort with boring style and boring utility so long as we've chosen the right pair suitable to the boring conditions of another mostly boring but okay day where a laugh a song sometimes a kiss or a held hand each possesses enough glory to make the next day worthwhile
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