Finally I had a conversation with myself. I decided to confirm my reservation to give myself a real treat this week. I think I am on the verge of having a viable life once again. Although I am generally allergic to social intercourse, there are times that I look back with a winsome eye for days past. I know I can funnel my knowledge of winning some and losing some and no longer be forlorn for those chances that have slipped away. The brilliant light of epiphany that I see undulate before my eyes shows me a way to carve through the coming adversity. While once upon a time this prospect would evoke a certain amount of dread with in my soul, sending me into a more static wait and see stance, today I will entertain a more joyous embrace of my fate and study the life enriching opportunities that such a loophole in my planned path has afforded my life to experience. This agile mind and resolve might shock those who thought of me as a more dull and resolute sort. Perhaps even make them blink a few times to view me reborn. So though I scan time’s horizon, I formulate no set strategy, I must be candid and admit to the universe that I am indeed late again on each and every one of these prompts. But I am glad I was able to …
It was then as I wandered in the forest preserves of my youth unassailed by any kind of Fi that my head began to swim in the past. Sure I was no longer in the moment but the reverie carousel of my days sup supped up both hemispheres of my mushy brain. Probably fired all through the lower middle parts as well.
Oh the lovely visions that swirled around. Some with the quietude of days drowning worms for easily gotten but more perilous to release bullhead. Others of Catholic School girl conquests from after school rehearsals for “Carousel” were like a clarion call to long set aside libidinous memory lures of youth. Also afore mentioned biking on mud paths reserved for the young now frequented by colorfully garbed cycling and jogging enthusiasts.
With that I am pleased that such resources are presently utilized for such ecologically economical ergonomic pursuits. A carousel that has brought us to a much better place indeed on this earthy crust.
One day while I was pursuing my new hobby of urban hiking I spied in the distance an opportunity I was not expecting. I had just finished Taeing my Chi, Yogaing my Yodel, and Shaking my Chakras when I glimpsed the full tilt shimmer of a BahaiFi Bonanza. Nevermind my previous travels had taken me right past this glimmering jewel, the perspective distance called my secret name loud and clear.
“Eureka!” said the right side of my bicameral brain to the left side. Or was that left to right? I guess that depends where you are standing.
Werner Herzog, the director known for his exploration of people whose dreams destroy them (Little Dieter Needs to Fly, Grizzly Man, Fitzcarraldo) as well as for his darkly hypnotic voiceovers, has a new documentary in theaters. It’s about the Internet. And true to form, it’s not exactly a joyride. (One of his subjects asks: will…
Given that we agree that our eyes see color by gathering the specific combination of light waves that bounce off matter in our eyes direction through the atmosphere we are physically present in, and good luck with that one. Then armed with the knowledge of the vagaries of perception intertwined with our interpretation of said stimuli; I often find myself wondering if the waves we all agree to in our limited language as blue actually looks the same in my mind as in yours?
I can declare definitively that what I would miss more than the gravity of earth, would be it’s comedy. It is a well known and fun Physic Factthat comedy is the opposite of gravity. (see links for other examples) There is an abundance of comedy here on earth. Unfortunately much that wealth of comedy is being misrepresented as gravity.
So while everyone is here fretting over comedy I will be there missing gravity while seeking…
When I find it I will introduce it to freedom fries.