We're All Legos

I find that insights into the spiritual aspects of this lifestyle often come out of very odd, random, places.

I was talking to a girl last night about an epiphany she had about her place in this life. she is the kind of person who processes things better in images, preferring to assimiliate the image whole as opposed to learning/seeing in small intellectual bits at a time. she had arrived at the image of herself as a bar of hard soap -- something that can change its shape, when molded by a strong hand and water under the right conditions.

We talked about this some, and, wel, the soap image doesn't work for Me all that well, becasue, as hard as it might be, soap eventually turns into nothing. And for Me that is exactly the opposite of where I want the submissive to end up (not to mention Me).

I then got an image of what I was trying to convey.

Imagine there is a gigantic vat of Lego pieces, of all different colors and shapes and sizes. Some unseen hand, at the moment of birth, reaches into that impossibly large vat of Legos and pulls out a big, unique handful.

That collection of Legos . . . is who we are. Whatever happens to us, we are that, in some unchanging way.

But those Legos can be assembled and re-assembled in many different ways. When we think we are "changing," we are simply finding new arrangements, new priorities. Some configurations will not last long -- there are unused pieces laying off to the side, somehow, and we feel that something is missing. Other configurations can last a very long time, sometimes for good, sometimes to our detriment.

And of course, the intruiging thing about these Legos is as the same time the most dangerous. It's easy, and enthralling, sometimes, to get caught up in the multitude of possibilites inherent in the big big handful we've been dealt, losing focus on any one design. Or we can lose our way, obsessed with the Legos not in our basket, losing sight of all those possibilities.

And therein lies the role of the Dominant. If S/he has His or Her eyes firmly on the design, the submissive is freed to concentrate on moving the pieces around to His or Her command, secure that even if the ultimate design is unknown to him or her, it is known to the Other. Implicit in this process is that the Dominant is at the same time moving His or Her blocks around, as well; being in control doesn't imply that One has reached any ultimate state. And not to overlooked is that fact through this process, both submissive and Dominant, if they are open to it, will find pieces they never realized were a part of themselves.

As borderline silly as it can sound, the Legos image is a powerful one for Me . . . becasue it reflects what for Me is a basic truth of existense, and powerfully addresses the dilemma of change, and growth.

It's all there, in each of us. The perfect arrangement is there, already, and has been our whole lives. That that is even possible is a wonder of immense magnitude.