“Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.” ~ Carl Jung
“I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies but not the madness of people.” ~ Isaac Newton
“Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in.” ~ Isaac Asimov
“As our circle of knowledge expands, so does the circumference of darkness surrounding it.” ~ Albert Einstein
It is okay to go into the darkness as long as you remain aware, of where you are, and that you are there. I said that to a friend some time back and she immediately stopped to write it down – and I’m like all “I was just playin’ around”. If a pithy saying pops out of my mouth I have set it free. She captured it again and put it down on paper. That’s cool. Maybe even groovy. But enough of all of that. The really cool thing is that on the third day of Summer there was frost on the car, and likely will be so again today. I like it. It’s a reminder for me that Mother Nature is not beholden to expectations or PR statements. It reminds me of when I had just moved back to the Keys after 18 months in the Northeast. One night and early morning the temperature in Key Largo dropped down to 37º. People were wearing friggin parkas, and there I was in my flannel shirt. Of course, this is a matter of subjective response to . . . oh, never mind. I just found it to be silly or ironic or maybe both. Or maybe I just relish the last few nights before the full heat of Summer kicks in. If it ever does. Nature is capricious. Don’t forget that, there will be a test. Every single day. From here on out.
First light is well underway. I just poured the last of the coffee and I am feeling grouchy nonetheless. Whatever. Reading the political news this morning has been more disturbing than in the recent past. No, wait. That’s not true. It has been full-bore disturbing for some time now. We have cruel people doing cruel things to defenseless people. In several public arenas. All in the name some vestigial form of fiscal “responsibility” and “Obama did it too . . . or ummmm . . . first, he did it first . . . or he would have, like the libtard evildoer that he was”. But that’s enough of that. I’ll just get myself riled up some more. Tis Monday morning and my three day workweek is underway. Yesterday was not a lost day, although there have been times in my life when I would have called it so. A truly do nothing morning. Out at noon to do laundry. Chats with a couple of friends on the phone (a rarity in my life). Back home. A little more reading of the news, then on to my default TV series on Netflix. I don’t know what it is about that show. I’ve watched the whole series several times now. There is something I find comforting about it – or mind-numbing. I cannot rightly explain it. The point is that it does what I need it to, from straight entertainment right on down to social commentary that falls short. But I must admit I slipped an episode of Star Trek Next Gen in there too, simply because I must keep a more cosmic view in my toolbox as well. But I felt logey and downright fatigued all day. There has been a lot of that for me since the beginning of the year. Maybe the vitamin D infusion will help? Or maybe it’s just the time of the season. That’s what I think. And that’s about enough analysis and speculation ta bien. Gotta get me back into a more spiritual mode. Toss in a little pop science. Chaos and Systems Theory. Heisenberg’s Uncertainty. The Web of Life. Indra’s Web. The Mystical Unity. I’ve experienced the Oneness of all things before. That’s not how I would want my days to go. That would be like using a $15,000 Air Force screwdriver to fix a loose screw. Overkill. I feel that in the day to day mundane world kindness and courtesy is quite enough to get things back on an even keel. Patience helps too. For me it is simply aspiring to these things until such time as I can clock out, do what shopping I might have to do, then hightail it back north to El Prado, thus escaping the gruel of egos in montage that floods Taos each weekday. Hmmmm, do I sound bitter or cynical? Part of me is, but it ain’t a high-functioning part. I’ll be in troubadour mode today. I can feel it. Hopeless romantic. Covert poet. Skittish Flower Child. Jolly joker. Wannabe theoretical physicist. Just me. A mere 65 years later come to find people are going to feel uncomfortable when you open up your true self and put it on the table. But I keep trying, and these days often succeeding. Now, moving forward, I must stop this, stand up from the chair, groan and stretch both mind and body. Go check out the mountain silhouette in dawn’s light. Shower. Feed cat. Brush teeth. Entertain fond feelings here and there. Try to keep thoughts of a certain woman I know down to a dull roar, lest the whole thing start to look like fantasy. I’ve no time for . . . no, not true. There’s plenty of time for whatever.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.