“Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song..” ~ J. K. Rowling
“Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted” ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
“I’ve enjoyed every age I’ve been, and each has had its own individual merit. Every laugh line, every scar, is a badge I wear to show I’ve been present, the inner rings of my personal tree trunk that I display proudly for all to see. Nowadays, I don’t want a “perfect” face and body; I want to wear the life I’ve lived.” ~ Pat Benatar
I just had to yank myself away from political news. If all goes well I can get back to it later. The thing is that I usually have Thursday off from work, but I forgot to look at the schedule yesterday and . . . I have to call in and ask if I am supposed to be there today. If so it would suck. Yeh, I’m on mundane things again today. It is understandable, like totally. I’ve got some serious respiratory viral much going on the past few days. There is always a strong existential component to viral illness. I like to drift in and out of sleep all day, when dealing with such a thing. The really cool part is that the task for the day is basic and unavoidable: to rest and let the body take on the fight. So I like to just let my mind roll on, spin, whatever, and I get to watch. Sometimes unusual or unexpected things show up. I am on a search for transcendence these days. So I will watch, then sleep, then watch, then sleep. Either way, dreams or waking observation, I’ve got a feeling that something good is coming my way. That would be nice, right? Right. And I ain’t talkin’ existential. Not at all. Things start in dreams.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.