Sunday, September 25, 2011

Saturday, September 24, 2011

A Letter to the Unknown (Part Two: Conflict)

Starless and Bible black. That is the precise and accurate description of the sky right now. The rain has just beaten the ground with anger and fury, and it seems that the sky is holding its breath before yet another down pour. The in-house sound system is flooding the area with easy listening acid jazz. Who am I to complain, since I chose the music myself.  The small catfish in the aquarium is sucking the glass wall like there is no tomorrow. Sometimes I feel there isn't. However, amusing little sucker, he is.

If I were a pencil-neck treehugger, I would describe the current sensation as "karmic ripples". Since I am not, I do not, but there is too much unfinished business floating around. I find it alarming if I choose my daily activities on the basis of "things I do not have the time to do" and "things I have barely time for". I start the day by looking at the things I can ignore for the time being, and concentrate on the things that are imperative, or something that should have been done yesterday. Mind you, I am not proud of the aforementioned, nor am I lamenting. I am simply stating a fact.

Ignorance is bliss. A rather famous quote from a rather famous movie. I have been in this existence long enough to understand that I can't afford to be ignorant, and I cannot choose not to understand. If this is mirrored against the last paragraph, you might understand my dilemma. I could choose the other way, and not give a toss about the things falling from my lap left and right when ploughing through yet another goddamn day. But I shan't. Ever.

"We will pay the price but we will not count the cost", wrote Neil Peart, and there's no better way of saying it.

Tempus

time = the derivative quantity of [temporal] frequency

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

September

Facing the darkness in candlelight.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Path

The way you organize your computer desktop corresponds with the way you organize your life.
(With a tip of the hat to Robert Fripp)

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Purgatorium

No longer, and not yet.