Electrostatic Arrogance

There is a Limbo, despite the Catholics' decommissioning it. Pope Benedict XVI closed it down years ago, but it remains. There, behind closed doors, is the undisturbed dust of ages and the near-misses of all of Man's epochs.

There's no longer the crying of unbaptized babies heard from beyond its doors. But there can still be heard the ululation of unfulfilled dreams, the howl of unrequited loves, and the anguished grunts of insincere promises. Time has no meaning there, and so there presents the paradox that one day... one day...

One day, the dreams of the incapable will be fulfilled; the loves of those who grieve missed opportunities will be consummated; and the chagrin from empty, unkept promises will be replaced by hope and redemption.

For those who lock themselves behind the doors--from the inside--like the one blue sock that is desperately clinging in the drying machine for dear life, with a solemnity as transient and fragile as electrostatic energy, for those who have just one final spark to give--for those who should consider using that spark to unlock the doors instead of remaining so negatively charged...for them there will be the actualization of rejoining life's wardrobe.