“Everest silences you…when you come down, nothing seems worth saying, nothing at all. You find the nothingness wrapping you up, like a sound. Non-being. You can’t keep it up, of course. the world rushes in soon enough. What shuts you up is, I think, the sight you’ve had of perfection: why speak if you can’t manage perfect thoughts, perfect sentences? It feels like a betrayal of what you’ve been through. But it fades; you accept that certain compromises, closures, are required if you’re to continue.” ~ Salman Rushdie
“Something was badly amiss with the spiritual life of the planet. Too many demons inside people claiming to believe in God.” ~ Salman Rushdie
“Be quiet, darling. Let pattern recognition have its way.” ~ William Gibson
It would take little effort to write it all off to the Full Moon, and I may end up doing that, in the long run. I’m all clarity, looking out through some numb window, no desire to engage, but you have to keep a watchful eye, these days. The Moon is full in Sagittarius, and seems to be sitting in my 1st house. Can’t rightly say what that means, as I sit here, still in a welcome morning fog. Maybe later. Yeh, maybe. Maybe words will come later. They always do . . . . soooo . . . . I guess “maybe” is not the right word.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.