Proactive and Nurturing Melancholy

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“My somewhat melancholic musings of late have been quite accidentally proactive and nurturing, and a rainy day is conducive to melancholic reflection, and no I am not going all Sartre on y’all, so don’t even try it. Who ever knew that could happen; proactive and nurturing melancholy?”  ~  Ken Ebert

“Faith is, at one and the same time, absolutely necessary and altogether impossible.”  ~  Stanislaw Lem

“Man has gone out to explore other worlds and other civilizations without having explored his own labyrinth of dark passages and secret chambers, and without finding what lies behind doorways that he himself has sealed.”  ~  Stanislaw Lem

The first quote, above, I found in the draft of an old post I never published here at EyeYotee. I absolutely love the idea of “proactive and nurturing melancholy”. The difficulty here, which has holding me back from implementing the idea, is that the weather has been abrasively stable and sunny for way too long. Yeh, we had that lovely snow storm last week, but that was seemingly just the exception that proves the rule. I need a rainy day right now; I need an ineffable overnight snowfall; I need deliverance from this weather that seems to be cast from the postcard reality of Donald Trump. I need precipitation and moody piano music, like, maybe, George Winston on Valium. A candle and incense in the afternoon. Pale ale and daydreams. Is that too much to ask? Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical, k? I’ve taken too much flak in my life for answering rhetorical questions. When will I ever learn? I woke up at 2:22 AM today. The triple twos shown on the iPad, setting me right into the day with number magic. Save your pshaw for someone else, number magic can be more powerful than you may know. Say, did ya notice that I am a tad snarky this morning? I got eight hours of sleep, bountiful with questing dreams – I don’t know what got into me. I don’t know why I feel cranky. I like totally embrace questing dreams, dude, knowing full well that I never have romantic dreams. Of course the quest could be for romance . . . oh, never mind. Geez. I’m not going there this morning. It’s a workday. And I have a physical scheduled with my new general practitioner on Wednesday. That’s enough of a focus for me. It has been maybe eight years since I had a full physical. That one was performed by a young woman who was so beautiful she made me gulp on occasion. She deemed me to be healthy, and noted that I had by far the highest good cholesterol count of anyone she had ever examined. It was fun being examined by her. Listen, I’d better start preparing for my workday. Bueno bye.

Peace Out, y’all. Goof gloriously.



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