Saturday, March 17, 2007

Rust is Beautiful, bald is less prideful than before



























No son you will never be bald, he said. but the real question is:

What is Rust? What is Pride. Why do I think of Pride when I look at a lion? What about the Lion. Long distinguished maine. Reminds me of hair. I have to be reminded, as mine is mostly gone and I have to keep it short so I am not really sure if it is gone.

Then Proverbs has some wisdom about Pride or Rust or missing my hair.

Proverbs 16:18 tells us: “Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before the fall.”

Rust, sort of, has some deeper meaning for, at least the picture of the Truck, if not for ................................. pondering lost hair.

Rust comes when oxygen starts to combine with metal at a atomic level forming a new compound called an oxide. It weakens the bonds of the metal itself.

Water sort of speeds this all up. Water gets into the cracks and exposed metal. Then the hydrogen atoms present in water can combine with other elements to form acids, which will eventually cause more metal to be exposed. If sodium is present, for example from saltwater, then corrosion comes even faster. This all of course weakens the metal, and it becomes brittle and crumbly.

So pride comes before the fall. Pride is like rust to good metal. It makes it into the exposures.
Then too looking back at the lions "mane" I admit that I feel some pride for having once had hair and now realize that may hair has “fallen” mostly.

The good news here is that rust can be very interesting. This truck above is not the truck it once was but "it the truck now that it never was". It has a unique beauty now. Rust is actually a very interesting color. It adds a new life, a new look, and a different perspective to something you thought you new.

All a matter of perspective.


Then too I did get an email from and old friend. I liked his email endings. I have notice that some folks like to end their emails with positive quotes.

1 comment:

Just Trudy said...

So then rust is like wrinkles? Sometimes with age comes beauty. Just a thought.... Love, Trudy