Of teeth and poise.

The parts of your life that you have the least control over are the most compelling – as if your mind insists that chairs are not meant for sitting idly, but for taming lions. Listen to the voice only when you are the master of all else. You cannot hope to rule others if you don’t first master yourself. Stumble, and there is no escape from the beast.

Of rain and sunshine.

As evidenced by the posts for the last month, things have been taking an unfamiliar turn for me lately, with most of my mental capacities focused on steering the ship, so to speak. Personal relationships seem to change as quickly as the weather, and as they ebb and flow toward and away from my path I am reminded of something: ultimately, a man walks his path alone.

I’ve all but abandoned my reading list for the summer, more for a kind of defiance of structure I suppose, as I have read some of the books on the list, and some not; I have picked up Ayn Rand’s “The Fountainhead” and “Anthem” most recently, as the cold water on the face that only forcefully preached egotist philosophy can be.

Dollars.

"There's always the threat of an attack by say, a giant space dragon. The kind that eats the sun once every 30 days. It's a nuisance, but what can you expect from reptiles? Did I mention that my nose is on fire? And that I have 15 wild badgers living in my trousers?"

The fictional character Marcus Cole

Love of the feeling.

Like a drop of lightning in a pool of dark water you revitalize me, electrify me. Come closer so I can feel it, feel you, and the energy just below your surface. Kiss me, and fill my head with sweet dreams of you.

Hiatus.

I’m very tired, very busy, and have writers’ block. I’ll be back after an inspirational (hopefully) vacation.

What I demand of you.

Drive me to the stream that drives you, this ecology, and the life that I see before me, for I have strayed from that which I long to call home.

What is the difference between days? Is it the arrangement of the clouds, the way the light strikes your face that changes your mood, creates and destroys opportunities for glory or disaster? Or do we have no control at all? I have to believe that we can change this, that the differences between yesterday and today do change things, and while we can’t see all of the avenues of chance, we can wander down the better lit streets, chase ephemeral illuminations down the alleyways, and maybe find better places.

Dewey's Infinity.

It is the case that effective knowledgeable people are no longer data accumulators, but data sorters.

After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains.

There’s been a strange trend lately for people to get on my case, and I’m quite aware that in such cases where the whole world seems to be bothering you at once, it’s usually not the whole world. What to do in a situation where the world begins to contract and your feet feel heavier and the sounds seem louder? Retreat, regroup, find that spot on the secluded beach under an arbutus tree that calls your name and close your eyes and listen to the surf. Read a book, get a tan, have a nap. Hesse, Gibran, Huxley, give me the solace I find in your worlds.

sex, blogs, and videotape.

It’s a personal weakness that until I’ve been awake for about thirty minutes, my abilities of arithmetic fail me above numbers higher than fifteen. So I’m up an hour early, and was almost at work an hour early until the clock struck 7 and suddenly the numbers become manageable and shocking to my weary form. Back to bed, and damn you day star.

The chameleon (II)

The truth is that secrets do not exist.
The truth is that lies are a delayed satisfaction.
The truth is the other currency of the world.