Winter’s bear laid bare:
an essayed essay (to the bear and all-folk)
The winter bear bears much weight, but waits ’til spring to bare it’s butt. The hibernation process is an annual event which the bear is prepared for by first a feast and then a famine year-on-year. The weight of words chosen here lay bare the homophones of human life. The human world is more complex than that of the bear. We bear complexes inwardly (that we rarely bare). We feast on the complexity we create by the multitude nature of our abstract ideas. We famine only in ignorance of the complicated language devices we bear. Some humans opt not to bear that burden, and instead lay bare the butt of that lack. On the one paw-hand, the bear: hibernating to await the spring; when nature again bares the great latrine in the woods. On the other hand, is poor humanity. It springs into action more willingly in winter; seemingly increasingly and deliberately starved of care or the fully hibernated thought.
As forebears go, we few named Beardall rarely if ever bare our inner selves. Bearing beards rarely, but even the bare skin still does not reveal the all. The rebarbative itch, or the emboldened confrontation suits some of our all-bearded mood. It is more likely portmantua as the bearded-all than a less likely Portuguese or Spanish start. It is unlikely to be either the island discoverer (Barbados) or otherwise of the Pyrenees bizarre. More likely, it is Anglo-Saxon. King Alfred thought the beard fine indeed, and a wage was cut of any who cut another’s. All were therefore bearded, as to show one could. For if one were still little experienced in life, one might only be a frumberdling (with merest first beard). That is perhaps how we come to bear that Beardall name. Only perhaps though; for sure we came from neither more or Moors, but of those with less. Most all Beardall toiled the ground as surf, not wield a pen or sword.
Beard all or beard none, let us let the bear sleep in a little longer through winter weather. Humanity must now be awake. No matter its prior collective state. No matter whether the individual be late in being awoke, or a woke, or as another folk. Humanity can dream perhaps, but we let mischief loose whilst we nap. To whom do we follow as the bearer of barest necessity? Who will bridge this gap? Do we bear all together or lay bare our daring-do alone? Who is asleep and who is being left out in the cold? Dare we bear to bare these questions together, now that our next winter has arrived? Do we grizzly old bears, care-bears, war bears (pooh bears), black bears, polar bears, gay bears, mummy bears or cubs instead opt to sit this one out at home? Hope springs eternal, perhaps, if we all dare to bear that load.