The Lost Road
We are all lost. It is impossible for us – the children of despair and love and life – not to be lost. This, then, is the Lost Road. If we find the right words or actions or being maybe one day we too might come to the great green castle and find Oz hiding behind his curtain, working his controls to give us the things we think will break us free.
The Tin Man wanted, and got, a heart which he happily placed inside his chest. A false heart, beautiful to see, but it didn’t change the Tin Man into anything but what he already was, a hollow man who thinks a heart will break him into another world. But fake hearts don’t do that. Nor does false courage, or a fake brain inside a head of straw.
Lost. Maybe we are as lost as Dorothy and her friends. Maybe not.
The truth is, we have no one as powerful, or as fake, to whom we might turn to in order to find that which we are seeking. As long as we seek our hopes and desire from a fake world of witches who melt a the touch of water, monkeys who learned how to fly, and believing dropping a house upon an ‘evil’ witch will somehow make us saviors in our world, we are lying to ourselves and to others.
Lost, however written, never stands up to the finality of being human. We can count on this fact to always remain real. So, what are we searching for in this maze of a world?
Truth? Love? Wealth? A warm body to keep the world at bay and to remind us we are human? We are loved. We are both fiction and non-fiction and sometimes it is dreadfully hard to know one from the other. So ask yourself this if you dare:
What are you searching for in this maze of a world? A fake heart? Courage? A brain? To go to the magical land of Oz where we will overcome all obstacles to becoming great?
Where is your journey headed? Maybe we can walk together for a little while, remind each other whether we need a fake heart, false courage, or a beautiful tin heart beating quietly into the night.