you must have seen it coming (or was it going?), I mean, it has hapened before and will most lifely happen again and often in the same place (returning to the same time, where we exist because we never left... and some understand and experience time to be linear and some understand and experience more or less, but in any case, there are understandings and experiences only share in the mind {for the moment at least, as we have not touch all we could meet in the flesh yet} and therein lies the rub, no lie, just an accident of words... fate or divine intervention or random events, the how and why, while fascinating and as important as you want it to be, is not as important as the experience... we exist here)... and this is one of them... of course (as if you follow it all so simply and completely, huh?), I refer, at least in large part this time (mocking the concept, no doubt), to this message (with sincere reverence):

I have written what you wrote, as mostly dead I did, as I have lived it as well, not too well, yet too well... still I will force myself to believe there is always hope... maybe that is why I am alone...

left in the wake of the above (for her, naturally), as if there is no time (perhaps in the wormhole where the prophets exist)... what we remember, we are, and so I find myself at once mostly dead and dreaming of life (as I define it: love, honest, if you know what I mean) and still very much alive (so still) in the moment, here, there, and everywhere, yesterday, today, and tomorrow all the time... perhaps what she means (or reaches for) in her chosen name, always in him, is what I find now and always, always in me...

"we value our ignorance of what is to come... it is the unknown that defines our existence ~Benjamin Sisko, fictional, ST:DS9, The Emmissary, Part 2... this is the nature of linear time as we know it, the existence of humanity in corporal form... it is a blessing and curse, a gift and a theft that we adjust to beginnings and endings and the concept of the passage of time... like in baseball, we can only guess the outcome of the next pitch... does this sound familiar?... it may have been a story once told by a sage or prophet or storyteller... or a TV show...

meanwhile, want to see some more magnificent writing?... remember the soft voice, the seduction chosen by reasons beyond conscious explanation to be irresistible, once irrepressible, now a mist carrying a fading, almost forgotten dream... no, the sadness must not swallow the hope, we must not let it... rise above the fog and feel the sun, even as it sets one last time... again... the Earth is sighing right now...

again...

or (leap with faith forward to wherever we shall land) how about transcending the absurd? (but seriously, it seems like it could be much fun, IF, I mean)...

ah, the private obscurity of language is still one of life's intimate treasures for me... maybe it is the sense of ownership, but more, I think it is the hope that someone might share the secret meanings and therein form a personal mind bond that is unique to us... you and me... forming a we... and if we are lucky the two become three... and then maybe four and then maybe more and so I'm a dreaming (you've heard that before) and dreaming dreams is what a dreamer is here for...

perhaps it's just the anarchy that appeals to me... but alas, I can not recommend you go on unless you like a lot of pop ups... still, whether it is cartoon or anime or fantasy or melodrama or science fiction or some other genre, it is the creativity of the written word that calls out to me more than any other activity in this life... I think... and not only that, I feel... and therefore, I am...

all in the mind...

. o O ( NOTES ARE THE NEW HAPPY PILL ) O o .
(just let me know you were here)