I just heard some painful news from a real good friend. It reminds me how we’re ALL scumbags in this world. Every last one of us. At least it seems that way sometimes. There are more broken promises in human history than molecules in a mountain.
I’m still quite uncertain what it all means. Something about the selfish gene, no doubt. But why is my heart so appalled at the cold truth? The truth that love is at best a biological process, bathing the mind in happy chemicals, triggered by mundane zoological cues as we move about in the herd, thinking much but thinking only, when the chips are down, of ourselves.
“Scarbelly” by Ain’t and “Taste the Love” by almost Now.
If my math is right, today is the 43rd anniversary of JFK’s death.
Early this morning, I had an intense dream only tangentally connected to this event. But I didn’t realize it until just now. The dream turned out to be a personal synchronicity and the most affecting reverie I have had for quite some time.
It also looks like the DigiTarot project is ramping up, which I am glad for.
Pull out all our troops and send them directly to Congo.
The moon is full tonight, and it causes me to wonder. Which things are connected to which? We grasp at the moon or other coincidences to explain.
The moon is most handy perhaps because it’s always in flux. What better to describe the moving target truths in our lives than something which is always on the move?
I wish I knew the deeper truths on nights like these. Have they been told to me plainly this evening, or are they only told in phase?
I would like the moon to freeze for me, for all of us, sometimes… full or eclipsed… so that truth might do the same. There would be a certain security in that which I cannot otherwise provide for myself, or for those I love.