200 CCs - March 2016

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Volume 1, Issue #3

y R.L. Black

There is nothing permanent except change.

~ Heraclitus

Change is in the air. The Easter Holiday has

just passed, and in the same spirit,

what once was dead is now very much

alive. Here in the states, we’ve

weathered the winter, a kind of death,

and spring has arrived. Trees are

budding, flowers popping up out of the

cold ground, birds singing. Nature has a

story to tell us, if we listen closely

enough. It’s a story of rebirth, of

regeneration, of renewal, and the moral

of the story seems to be that life goes on

— and that change is good.

We don’t always like change. We resist.

Why? Because we’re afraid of the

unknown. We don’t know what’s

waiting for us on the other side of that

change, and it torments us. We become

like those “westerners” in Ghost Rift,

taking “torturous routes … to avoid the

Rift.” We dodge those rifts, those cracks

in the world as we know it. We are

creatures of habit, after all, and we like

our feet on solid ground. We like to know

where we stand.

In Blue Roses, the parents are so focused on

the normal, everyday world that they don’t

see the out-of-this-world sitting right in

front of them. They totally missed it. They

refuse to even acknowledge that something

has changed. The boy didn’t miss it. He saw

something he’d never seen before, and he

didn’t hesitate to explore. We’re left to

wonder if the parents had missed other

things, too. If they didn’t notice this huge

shift right in front of them, had they been

missing their son and all the tiny, daily

differences, too? Were they refusing to see?

Afraid of what those changes would mean

to their lives?

In Regrets, we see two different ways of

approaching change. The son had a “young

heart.” He saw the magic, and he gave

himself to it. The father, on the

other hand, let fear hold him back,

and in the end, he’s left with only

anguish, more haunting than any

banshee shriek. Yes, maybe the son

drowned, but wasn’t the father

drowning in sorrow and regret the

greater tragedy?

the plunge

How do you feel about change? When

those rifts come your way, how do you

react? Do you find yourself resisting?

I wonder … if we were able somehow

to let our guards down and trust a little

more, maybe we’d find something

magical ourselves? Probably not an

alien invader or a kelpie, but

something … perhaps even something

extraordinary.

The greatest change of all is faced in

Those Three Days. Death. Steve Jobs

called death “Life's change agent.”

Death is the proverbial elephant in the

room. Always hanging over our heads.

The end of our physical lives is ultimately

what we fear the most, isn’t it? Because,

like all change, we don’t know what to

expect. We don’t know how it’s gonna play

out. We can have faith and believe that

something wonderful is on the other side,

but we won’t actually know until we get

there. And that’s what makes change so

damn scary.

But if we can face those cracks that come

our way, even when we’re scared, if we can

go there bravely like Sung Li in Ghost Rift,

I think we’d find our own way through, and

who knows, we might discover on the other

side, something not so unfamiliar after all.

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