A blog.
I'd thought about what he'd said and what I'd said, and so on and then there was a lesson .... There endeth the blog. Amen.
It was going to be about the difference between living in a world order based on human certainties, with everything contained by cerebral understanding, and this faerieland that I choose to live in, full of intuition, seemingly fed by intelligent, often mischievous, nonhuman interventions.
I find containment enough in belief in a wise and benign universe.
My world is littered with exotic graffiti.
Everything has meaning.
Bus tickets picked out of puddles in the street, Shop signs, snatches of speech, car numberplates, chance meetings, irksome feelings. Thoughts that won't go away:
It's all pure and meaningful information.
Its all useful. Meant to happen. To you.
Dolphins cavort and crop-circles sprout shouting "Lighten up! Enjoy it! Life is Good...
We are given opportunities to learn as we live with every breath, every second.
THAT is how good life is.
Maybe I am living in a bubble of idiocy.
A delusion. I need to worry more.
Terrorism, Ill Health, Accident, Penury>
Our Culture is a Class A Fear user.
So no wonder we feel life is empty without it.
Should I feel that I am delusional unless there is something dark ever clawing at the door, and that various human initiatives such as Parliament and the Law, are guarding me? Unless I feel lethargic and in need of instruction or entertainment.
I could go and buy grey slacks and hunch my shoulders and assume that other people were in control and get irritated when a bus was late and write a letter and wait for a reply that never came and get cancer or an ulcer and decide to die in a hunched and irritated way, though hanging on stubbornly because part of me knew that I'd missed the main event.
As if we think that we are tied to bit-parts in some soap-opera, but are actually freelance angels.
Scrumple that script...
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