I was watching my insatiable hunger today — waking up is irritating — knowing the hunger most likely derives from microorganisms who have their own agenda is a bit exhausting
Our lives are mechanical at the best of times — I wonder who felt compelled to rip up this sign
During transitions — the reliance on the machinery of habit — becomes acute — not just chronic
Not much has changed since the 60s — although everything appears cloaked — dressed in unfamiliar shrouds
We still seek some sort of normalizing influence — although those belonging vibes have been re-engineered to be anything but balanced
We become radically self-reliant — no matter the consequences
Let us find a place to sit and commiserate — the hour is late and the future is uncertain
Yet — we can take comfort in all that will remain unchanged
The Inner is Eternal, no doubt. The outer, changes, but remains the same as it is energy in eternal play.
"No Reason to get excited", one kindly spoke. (:
life is (probably) not a joke.