“Wherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand—that of finding a workable compromise between the sublimity of our ideas and the absurdity of the fact of us.” ~ Annie Dillard
“Values are faithfully applied to the facts before us, while ideology overrides whatever facts call theory into question.” ~ Barak Obama
“The truth knocks on the door and you say, “Go away, I’m looking for the truth,” and so it goes away. Puzzling.” ~ Robert Pirsig
It’s kind of an odd mood that has hold of me this morning. Nothing I can’t live with. That’s for sure. The stillness and quiet in the neighborhood underline a feeling I can’t put my finger on. Yesterday I nearly had to wrench myself from home. I didn’t want to go. No wrench needed today, but a good swat with a broom wouldn’t hurt. I heard a few soft yaps from a little dog earlier. That’s all. Silence is good, but why is it so hard to achieve when you need it? I don’t know. People say “it’s not for lack of trying”. Well, this quiet morning is for lack of trying. But all of this is about what’s out there. My inner, subjective experience is not quiet. All I can do at this point is to grab a hold of that rope that leads to a good place and pull myself right along. Do you remember when pushers were drug dealers? Well, these days they sell you time, and encourage you to use it up as quickly as possible, then lure you back for more. I no longer see pushing oneself into the future as fulfilling to any degree. Pulling is the way to go. And what of imagination, of manifestation? Yikes! As I began to type that last sentence I had a strong sense of deja vu. Magic is afoot in the land. I intend to go along for the ride; not pushing, not pulling, just hopping on and enjoy the ride. I worked yesterday, and there were some cranky people in the crowd. What’s up with that? I coulda gotten feisty a few times, and one time almost did. But I’m trying to stick to my diet, which consist of peace and kindness, all the while reminding myself that kindness does not always preclude putting someone in their place. Sometimes the kindest thing to do is to utter a healthy WTF to get some nitwit’s attention, get them to suspend their nitwittery for a moment, in hopes that that moment may lead to another, then another. One can always hope, right?
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.