As I lay pondering, a solitary house fly entered my field of vision, it flew in incessant circles around the ceiling light fixture. Round, and round it flew never stopping even for second's pause, driven by some unseen force to orbit the fixture. Several continuous minutes passing fully expectant for it to land itself to regain its energy, so mercilessly expended, driven by some unknowing force. Why I asked does it continue, round and round, darting here and there but never to stray too far from the fixture as were it an emanating source field of energy from which its flight be dependently charged, and to fail were it to stray too far. Then it struck me!

The `FLY' is an allegory to MY life's experience.

Round and round my life has been orbiting a desire fully comprehended, but never fully realized. Taunted by knowing it to be there as with the light fixture, seeing the fullness of its essence, but never able to actually touch, to take in every aspects of its nature, to know what the sensation of its touch, the warmth of its glow, the pain of its heat. The frustration of circling, and circling - incessantly - never able to land, and the worse of it - not fully knowing WHY!

It's in this moment of realization, I did what I had to do: taking a towel - swat at the fly - throw it off course - break it from its repeated trance inducing flight - give it freedom - if not in death - but with the realization there is no chance in HELL the spell consuming it will otherwise be broken, allowing for a new chance to move forward, relinquished from the spell that has bound it to this place.

And now realizing too, I must do the same!