“Fantasy is not antirational, but pararational; not realistic but surrealistic, a heightening of reality. In Freud’s terminology, it employs primary not secondary process thinking. It employs archetypes which, as Jung warned us, are dangerous things. Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.” ~ Ursula K. Le Guin
“Lend me your wings, bird. I’ll spread them and fly on the thermals.” ~ Stephen King
Laziness snuck up on me this morning, but I suppose it is not really laziness so much as it is good judgement. I’ll let you know how that goes, k? Gull danged world moves too friggin fast and seemingly without looking where it is going, or caring. The advent of smart phones has not helped that one little bit. I could go on a serious cynical magical mystery tour. I feel nice today, the fog of depression having lifted into a low cloud cover that feebly attempts to filter, through refraction, the sunlight. When depression is pulled back the anger that lies beneath is exposed to the sweet air of rationality. Anger is what could drive me toward cynicism today. And dude? It’s like all gnarly and stuff to get cynical on such a sweet and beautiful day dude. Boy howdy it’s laundry day and I am in no hurry to do it! Aw dude. When’s the last time you heard someone say groovy? I heard it just a few weeks ago. The woman said groovy when I asked her how she was today. I told her that I hadn’t heard that word in a long time. She smiled and said “I am of that era. And I even have my little bowl of marijuana first thing in the morning as well”. She was a sweetie dude. Yeah, groovy. I feel it, coming and going. That’s what Flow does; it comes and goes. And right now I am going to round up the soiled garments and meander on down to the laundromat. And I hope it rains later on this evening. Without rain there ain’t no rainbows, if you catch my drift. It’s just that the barefoot Flower Child in me is intently giggling today. It’s nothing serious.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.