On the Spiritus

Great Wind-Spiritus,

Like a sounding lead I cast these words into your soul, in order that I may know how deep it is:

A great wind is this Spiritus. Such a wind is seen when it seeks to be hidden, and is hidden when it seeks to be seen.

A great wind is this Spiritus. No one knows where such a wind listeth, although one hears and feels much; such is the nature of the Spiritus.

A great wind is this Spiritus. Many naive leaves allow themselves to be tossed by this wind, and yet they do not inquire into its direction.

A great wind is this Spiritus. Such bellows seek to cool hot tempers, and yet such winds only agitate the flames.

A great wind is this Spiritus. Such bellows seek to temper strong blades, and yet they only puff up and make emptier.

A great wind is this Spiritus. Such winds come from a big heart, yet such winds must be yoked by comprehension.

A great wind is this Spiritus. It seeks to fill sails too big for it, and attempts to navigate without seeing the stars.

A great wind is this Spiritus. Many sails does it seek to fill; meanwhile it cannot even fill its own sails!

A great wind is this Spiritus, agitating waves and rocking ships. To great latitudes and longitudes does it reach, and yet it is something invisible and unseen.

So obvious is this wind of the Spiritus, yet many do not see it. They would mistake the fury of a storm with cool winds, and cool winds with the dead calm of the soul.

A great wind is this Spiritus, seeking to be heard. Such winds are the result of over-consumption, and the indigestion of too much knowledge.

A great wind is this Spiritus, seeking to be discreet. Such winds often seek to hide themselves, and yet their scent is unmistakable.

The laughter of a clown is hilarious until one becomes the subject of such laughter. Yet Ding Dong’s laughter is not one of ridicule, but of too many tears.

Despite laughter from too many tears, there is no fire of contempt. There is only a wind that would seek to fill your sails, if you are willing to open your sails…

And so I say unto you: Do not be a bigger Ding Dong than Ding Dong! Thus do I counsel all Ding Dongs...

And those that would laugh at Spiritus, restrain your own winds! Do not attempt to make storms out of ponds!

Too much talk makes too many waves on this Forum, and yet people ignore the smallness of their boats!

Too much talk makes too many waves, and rather than sailing on smooth waters, one must bypass much debate.

Ding Dong would only open his sails to winds that lead him in the direction he wants. Yet since many do not know the direction they seek, they wander listlessly, blown by listless winds.

A great wind is this Spiritus, serious in its strength. Yet such winds, if seeking to fill young sails, must be tempered and controlled.

Many are the young sails that enter the sea of this Forum, seeking to be filled. Yet since they have never sailed at sea they open their sails to any wind.

Spiritus, do not seek to be a wind bigger than you are, for the humble sigh has more power than the exaggerated cough.

A great wind is this Spiritus, seeking to be felt. Such winds seek to be guided and lead back to HUM, the Great Spirit. Yet if such winds would return, they must not be exasperated through too many words.

Let it be known that a greater wind is in its silence. It offers solace without calling attention to itself, and while being forgotten, it is never forgotten.

A greater wind is in its silence. It guides without seeking to be seen, for it knows that it is empty and unworthy of recognition.

Anonymous is the greatness of silent winds. Such winds guide the homesick without pretension. They only flow in the direction their Spirit wills.

Thus speaks Ding Dong.