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.