Thriller and the Mac

“Curiosity takes ignorance seriously, and is confident enough to admit when it does not know. It is aware of not knowing, and it sets out to do something about it” ~ Alain de Botton

“To ask the ‘right’ question is far more important than to receive the answer. The solution of a problem lies in the understanding of the problem; the answer is not outside the problem, it is in the problem.”  ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

“I felt knowledge and the unity of the world circulate in me like my own blood.”  ~ Herman Hesse

When I am short of thoughts, regardless of the chattering of my magpie mind, I tend to squeeze my brain like a sponge to see what comes out. It happens more than you might know, just from reading my blog, and I indeed sport that shortage of thought this morning, though my intellect is well entertained by people who do actual journalism. There are a lot of them about in this era of that weirdo named Trump. They fascinate me. That’s all. There’s a lot of integrity to be found out there, while Trump to me comes across like an overstuffed sack of penny candy. Woof. I could go all cynical. Nice image though, don’tcha know. Yesiree. Sometimes I entertain myself quite nicely. For some reason the 80s . . . oh, wait. I was moved by an article at by William Rivers Pitt. He compared Trump as a living analogy of 80s Muzak. Ouch. My fatal bicycle crash and subsequent NDE happened in 1984. The next two years I used well reading and stuff, but a large part of my former perceptual social reality was lost to me. Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” album debuted, as did Apple’s Macintosh computer. My personal timeline was skewed beyond repair by that fateful crash, so when I look back now the actual date of notable events is nearly always wrong. So I learn by reading. I’ve done a friggin lot of reading since then. As for now, I think I’ll mosey on out to my car and gaze or gawk at the mountains, the gray, skies, and the birds. Magpies have been quite active lately. Chatter away brother corvid; I admire your kind for always saying what you mean. Such bluntness among humans is usually considered to be rude and is likely to be scorned. Here’s a thing before I go: Im considering writing a book, a slim volume, about trauma, and what it has done to me, what good it has done for me, and what I have done about it, and of how it friggin’ sucks. This is something I sense originated from some source greater than my self. Boy howdy how cool is that?!

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously


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