Friday, October 19, 2007


Slipshod. That's the only word for it. Okay, not the only one, but it applies at the moment. The ego game looms again and hard won changes slip, as if not shod....well, anyway. So yeah, ever partially aware, we muddle through yet refuse to acknowledge same. As it's said. No, no, we're masters (mistresses?) of the universe. Astride it. Towering. In charge and in control. Never mind the illusory nature that we know about, that we have at least been told about. Illusions are illusory. It's as plain as pudding, which itself doesn't exist. But okay...let it ride and go quietly into that good night. Good night.


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