Fools Rush In

"Fools rush in where angels fear to tread" is not only a well-worn aphorism. It was a love song immortalized by Elvis Presley, who didn't float my boat; Glen Miller, who really didn't float my boat; and Ricky Nelson, who really floated my boat when I was a pre-teen.

Please consider these famous lyrics, only imagining that the object of the singer's affections is not another person but your sacred self. 

Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread
And so I come to you my love
My heart above my head
Though I see the danger there
If there's a chance for me
Then I don't care. 

Fools rush in, where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know
When we met, I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in,

And I don't care.

Fools rush in, where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know
When we met, I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in.

So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in.

Materialists scoff at the idea of abandoning worldly pursuits in search of the god within, but many "fools" over the millenia have done thus. St. Francis was a fine dandy of the aristocratic class who was one such fool that abandoned his father's lucrative business to meet his sacred self.

Not everyone is a St. Francis, not should they be, but let's hope that our collective Self takes the journey of the heart to heart.

(For a flash to the past, check out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyU2pGWA6Jc)