The Formality of Actually Occurring

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“And like no other sculpture in the history of art, the dead engine and dead airframe come to life at the touch of a human hand, and join their life with the pilot’s own.”  ~  Richard Bach

“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”  ~  Toni Morrison

This is a sweet morning despite the fact that I don’t feel so sweet. The edginess is something that I will have to carry to the laundromat with me. It may dissipate there. It often does. A large emotional down-sweep hit me after work yesterday. I guess a man is not supposta admit to such a thing, but I stood tall and walked through my necessities meticulously, stopping on odd occasion, seemingly for no reason, and just looked around as if to validate where I was and what I was doing and how it related to where I was going. I think that we generally do that instinctively, without pausing as I did, but I didn’t do it consciously; it just came into my consciousness through curiosity; I was like all WTF and stuff. I can see this morning that I was in a mode of vigilance, as if something dangerous was lurking within the range of effect in my life. This is Cougar medicine, archetypal stuff. Cougar prefers to lay about in the sun on a warm rock ledge, or sniff through a field dotted with wild flowers. Cougar prefers to purr. They are the largest cousin in the animal group that is an aggregation of purring cats. Cougar medicine is a protective totem influence. Intruders or prey risk swift, pinpoint, powerful, whatever, aggressive action. I don’t like to be that way, but I can. So, is there danger in my immediate world? Heck if I know. But I trust my instincts. We are, after all, animals; higher primates. Our opposable thumbs and love for coffee are what separates us from the other animals. This is all too personal, I know. But I don’t care. My readership is small, and I think most of them know me in realtime meatspace. This virtual reality must be effectively challenged on a regular basis lest distortion from social media twists things out of focus and actuality. I love what Alfred North Whitehead said about “events undergo the formality of actually occurring”. Yeah buddy! And boy howdy it is all like flow and stuff dude. When someone stand in the shadows glowering there comes a disturbance in the Force, and Luke is like all en garde, and he is like dude do I have too? Maybe I am just paranoid; it happens. But it is fun to write about.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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