People are only faceless if you don’t bother to look them in the face. Nor do you need a Facebook page to have a face.
How long will it continue? It will continue until it stops. But for the sake of continuity one can only hope that it does not extend the pursuit of foolish consistency to it’s ultimate conclusion. A disconnect is some times called for to the delight of some and the dismay of others. I never worry over their delight or dismay because the amount of time they spend in those states is miniscule compared to how much time I spend with the discontinuation of continuing.
In other words, “Live it or live with it!” :FST
I’m trying to get into the habit
To fully inhabit
By breaking the habit
Of trying to habitually inhabit
The future and the past
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.