“I might just as well have ordered a tree not to sway in the wind.” ~ Joseph Conrad
“Transformation is my favorite game and in my experience, anger and frustration are the result of you not being authentic somewhere in your life or with someone in your life. Being fake about anything creates a block inside of you. Life can’t work for you if you don’t show up as you.” ~ Jason Mraz
“The patriotic or religious bumper stickers always seem to be on the biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles driven by the ugliest, most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers, who are usually talking on cell phones as they cut people off in order to get just twenty stupid feet ahead in the traffic jam.” ~ David Foster Wallace
Take note: I’ve pretty much crawled lowly to the composition screen to write this post. It’s not that I don’t want to. I do. I’m impressed with myself at times. It may be an illusion, but I like to think that the daily writing of these posts provide me with a semblance of a notion that order and structure can indeed be found within chaos. But isn’t that Chaos Theory in a nutshell? Yeh, I think it is. My favorite way of watching this in realtime is to watch clouds, especially those towering cumulonimbus that surge upward and outward on a sand-blasted furnace of a late afternoon in August, here in the high mountain desert at the southern tip of the San Luis Valley. Those clouds start out puffy, and tritely so, but they soon pay heed and need to the generous updrafts, and the result is that new cloud-stuff spews forth, upward in . . . . . geez! It is friggin nearly impossible to describe clouds without using trite terms, or at least without taking into consideration the fact that there ain’t nothin’ small nor cute nor fluffy bunny about clouds. I used the term “fluffy bunny”, instead of that old workhorse “airy fairy”, because I am quite aware that clouds are indeed, pretty much by definition, airy fairy. The elements of air and fairy are not to be trifled with. Especially the fairies. Especially them. Ahem, I know I was just writing about a blasted hot Summer’s afternoon, and somehow fairies show up. You will find fairies just about anywhere you go, if you look in just the right way, or if they simply deem it amusing to reveal themselves to a mere mortal. Humans and fairies have been intricately entangled since long before Hector was a pup . . . like Achilles thought of Hector as a dog, and at one point brave Achilles looked down upon Hector, whom he endeavored to command and control, and said “Heel”, so Hector, grinning, looked back up at Achilles and said “Dude, like that is a great idea, bro!”. Hector grabbed an arrow, and the rest is mythic history . . . yes, I could go on and on. Myths are fun to play with, and all of the pieces are interchangeable. You can’t go wrong either. And the full experience is fully interactive. Imagine that.
Well, that was a fun little riff. I just took a break to walk out to the car to look at the mountains. They definitely look wintry. Clouds and all. It is hovering right about freezing point. A scant rain fell about an hour ago. Little frozen droplets are everywhere. Today is laundry day, the hamper having finally reached critical mass. There I go.
Peace put, y’all. Goof gloriously.