The near-infinite gap, the shadow (the begining of something)

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

Romans 7:15-For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I.

The hippies tried to conquer it. A whole generation took up arms and marched directly for it. They had it for a while, nearly a decade. They marched into The Gap yelling love and freedom. The rallied against the shadow, that near-infinite space between reality and thought, movement and action, your brain and your hands.
Look what it left us with. Not the love they were yelling about, not the freedom they espoused. Maybe we think about it more than we used to but The Gap abides. It’s there every New Year’s Eve when the country gathers `round to make resolutions.
Let’s all do it the right way this year.
But everyone knows they will fail.
It’s there when each little white boy and girl find the indifference to get over their middle class white guilt.
We give to charity. Besides theres nothing I can do about it. Even if I gave up all my stuff it wouldn’t change a thing.
We live our lives in the shadow. Testing the width of the gap. Some sit in Ivory Towers and choose to be near their ideal, never testing it against reality.
Others choose reality and are cheered for their pragamtism.
The gap is just too wide, too big to touch on both sides. It ate up Mother Teressa, Malcom X, Martin Luther King, Ghandi, and Obama.
Who are we to pit ourselves against a foe of such strength? We need some help.