questions come and go. certainty fades from light to dark with strange rythym and tone. i know and the i don’t. and then i think i know. color is not crucial today. it’s almost winter after all. introspection has been served up for nearly a month. it’s been a fasting of sorts that has left questions strewn about just like a tsunami might toss around lawn furniture.
and in the aftermath of a hurricane, one cannot deny the loss or struggle. but one definitely needs to let go, clean what debris one can, throw out the junk that’s ruined and re-asses needs and priorities before moving on. the consolation is movin on. not because i really want to, but because i can.
In The Beginning Man Tried Ascending To Heaven via The Tower Of Babel. Now He Tries To Elevate His Existence Using Hallucinogenic Drugs. And, Since The 20th Century, He Continually Voyages Into Outer Space Using Spacecrafts. Prayer Thru Christ Is The Only Way To Reach Heaven.