Waiting in the Wings

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“I know that pain is the most important thing in the universes. Greater than survival, greater than love, greater even than the beauty it brings about. For without pain, there can be no pleasure. Without sadness, there can be no happiness. Without misery there can be no beauty. And without these, life is endless, hopeless, doomed and damned. 
Adult. You have become adult.” ~ Harlan Ellison

“Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.” ~ Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

“Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child’s loss of a doll and a king’s loss of a crown are events of the same size.” ~ Mark Twain

It’s pretty cozy in here this morning. Outside, not so much. There are a lot of dream filaments that trailed along with me as I stepped back through the hypnopompic gate, back into the waking world. And part of me is like all what were you thinking? But it’s okay. No, really. It’s okay. I don’t mean to hide from the world, and I don’t think . . . listen, I lack a lot of the filters that keep me on an even keel. Too much input, too much sensation – these are the underlying forces that make me want to stay home from work. Ain’t happenin’. Hypervigilence aside, I am goin’ in to git ‘er done. Geez I hated writing that last sentence, but it is as descriptive as all git out in that it says what I wanted to say. There’s always some sacrifice waiting in the wings, to move life along, to keep life from simply being a merry go round, hamster wheel, whatever. Now, an odd feeling of relief is nibbling at my awareness today. It has a lot to do with the national news outlets amping it down for the holiday. This aroused a feeling that is both aggravating and calming. That’s a paradox, right? Yeh, right. But, back to those dream filaments. They are more suited to positive things that tickle. The darker stuff of dreams tend to remain as residual memory. I’ve no sense of such memories being active in me today. This is good. I kind of like the way this day is beginning.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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