“What an utter disgrace it would be to find something truly magic and spend any time at all pretending and trying to convince yourself it is all just an unbelievably orchestrated and beautifully choreographed illusion.” ~
“Adulthood brings with it the pernicious illusion of control, and perhaps even depends on it. I mean that mirage of dominion over our own life that allows us to feel like adults, for we associate maturity with autonomy, the sovereign right to determine what is going to happen to us next. Disillusion comes sooner or later, but it always comes, it doesn’t miss an appointment, it never has.” ~ Juan Gabriel Vásquez
“Shallow thinkers always seem to be obsessed by the stupidity that if anything is a shadow, dream, illusion, it ceases to exist.” ~ Aleister Crowley
Honestly, I could easily skip today’s post, just as I did yesterday’s. It is sleepiness of the mind. Darned thing, process, whatever, is like a horse race with dozens of thoughts jockeying for position; high speed and high-strung. Not your average monkey mind. This is free-floating anxiety, and it can be dangerous if engaged. I’m exhausted from managing the effects it has on me, not the least of which is a shaky lethargy, which is today’s faux-villain, which is today’s focus, of maintaing a casual kind of indifference. It’s what the hilarious dana Carvey once called “a case of the fuck-its”. In a good way indeed. If ya look up the phrase “It is what it is”, the online Urban Dictionary you will find the follow definition: “Used often in the business world, this incredibly versatile phrase can be literally translated as “fuck it”. Disengaged rater than dissociated. Happy on top of the whole mess. Tuned in to the spiritual, to the magick, head resting on the right shoulder of Brighid. There, you might hear what sounds like a blend of purring and giggling, little mouth noises from my soul, after which a nap of indeterminate length.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.