Humpty Dumpty Concluded
Somewhere On The Rocky Shores Of Lake Huron
July `77
We will never know for sure why Humpty fell off his wall. Some say it
was a case of negligence—the victim of loosing his balance. Others say
it was a mercy killing. Humpty's lifelong perch afforded him an
opportunity for freedom and release, and he just took advantage of it.
There was no questioning the outcome though--massive amounts of broken
eggshell everywhere.
It is well known that all the king's men and all the king's horses
failed to put Humpty back together again, but what is not so well
known is the fate of poor Humpty's remains. In the spring, beside the
patches of melting snow, something incredible happened. A shoot of
grass sprouted. The hearty blade shot up right beside a large piece of
Humpty, connecting that piece to another. More grass sprouted, and
more pieces of Humpty came together. Amazingly, Humpty's pieces, when
connected, stuck together. But Humpty wasn't just coming together;
piece-by-piece he was growing. It was a slow process, but for Humpty,
his newfound "wholeness" had become meaningful in a way that he
previously could not have imagined.
To this day, what happened to Humpty remains a mystery. But somehow he
pulled himself together. And when a broken egg becomes whole again, it
is quite an event! The significance of this comeback did not go
unrecognized by Humpty. Being an egg, he was already hypersensitive,
but his hypersensitivity now mushroomed. Love was indeed the motivator
here, but Humpty also realized that the tragedy of lost love had
something to do with his recovery and transformation too.
We will never know what, ultimately, was responsible for Humpty's
rejuvenation. Was it the workings of some miracle of Mother Nature, or
was it the mysterious power of love preserving what is best in all
things? It is impossible to get beyond speculation here. One thing is
for sure, though, the demise of the daisy, for Humpty, meant the
demise of meaning and hope, and without meaning and hope death's door opens
wide. That's all history now, even if it remains an unfinished story.
The last I heard, Humpty was back climbing up to his perch on the wall.
That climb would be difficult for anybody, but for an egg it had to be
doubly hard. I also heard that he had fallen a couple of times, but, apparently
he had learned how to fall without going to pieces. For the life of me,
I can't fathom why he would want to climb back up that wall. To be
sure, the ground is the only safe place for an egg! Oh, well, whatever
it takes to find happiness. Who am I to judge anyway? Climb on Humpty!
Climb on and on, for as long as it takes, for as long as you can. It's
your life, live it. Your story is still unfinished!
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