Hope and Time Distortion

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“The highest activity a human being can attain is learning for understanding, because to understand is to be free.” ~ Baruch Spinoza

“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” ~ Clare Booth Luce

“The real question of life after death isn’t whether or not it exists, but even if it does what problem this really solves.”  ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein

“There are two ways to slide easily through life: to believe everything or to doubt everything; both ways save us from thinking.” ~ Alfred Korzybski 

Quiet morning here. Cold. Soft. Coffee’s all gone and the cat is asleep on the bed, so my lap is free. There are really no words to describe what I am feeling today. Yesterday I was talking about Jump Time, a sudden evolutionary leap in human consciousness. I do indeed think the conditions are right at this time in history. It is an optimistic gesture that arises . . . well, let’s just say that I forget sometimes. But I dream, and lately I have begun to remember snippets, but mostly feelings. Someday I hope to wake up to find the new world here and kindly waiting for me to get my ass out of bed and jump in, or to wake up to find that I have fallen in love. Ummmm, still waiting on those. No hurry, I suppose. But . . . today is a work day. I think I need it. Days off have been running quite long. Some kind of time distortion that I reckon arises from opening up to the world without . . . geez, I have no idea. I’ll just do my best to make it a hopeful day, a good day. I think that is what I am trying to say. There, I said it.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

 

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