Wisdom of Ages

It's like circles see... Like when you discover that when you were honest and true, as honest and true as your reality allows you to be, and then you discover that someone saw that this was true (you told them for pete's sake). They tested it to see if you were true and found you wanting none... And then they devise a scheme of complicated design and players true (at least to that which they conceive as their reality), and then shamelessly put you as prime in play of all their complicated design. Suddenly in the spotlight you see that you must indeed perform... And in your honesty and trust you believe that this was meant to be (and so it was), but meant to be by pure design. By scheming trust they broke with yours and you find yourself as character main in someone else's play. I suppose it is more like a maize of mirrors, and players with mirrors...

And right on cue I do believe I just got one step closer... For those who still remember the first occurrence of the fashion accessory called bell bottoms, there used to be a song called "Three steps to heaven" that gave a simple recipe for instant nirvana. Puppy love. It is smootchy and schmaltzy and brain freeze sweet... Not unlike my mood this night, as I had to be on the receiving end of a foul mood from my lover who seemed to have carried some frustrations from work over to my apparent failure at proper house-keeping. Be that as it may, I tend to get a little stressed out in the onslaught of such blind anger and deal with it by remaining calm and happy... To a point. But as it may this eve I did not reach that point, and after the anger retired to bed I reflected on a well known saying that "Perfection is not an end point...". Suddenly I thought of the relationship between my lover and me. I felt all warm and fuzzy and without ponder or reason felt thankful to

And as I was thinking today I told myself: "It is all a bit daft, aint it..." daAFT! DAFT you say? "Now what kind if word is that?", I reprimanded myself. Whats daft? "Whats life?" "Explain it to me like I'm dead..." Dead? I said... DEAD? That would be like tempting the temptress, would'nt it? Like teasing the teaser? "But what is it?" What is what? "Life..." Ahhh, well it's like when, as a child, you just couldn't understand how stupid your Dad could be for not understanding that you absolutely HAD to HAVE a car. How on earth could he not see that this is what will make you happy! And then the confirmation of your reality, when you get to slip behind the wheel of your very own dragster. Like I told you DAD! This is what makes me happy! And then the confirmation of your fathers reality, when your new love interest you met over the boot of her car, an exact replicate of yours, except for the pink fur on her das

I have been searching ever since I was but a wee child... First I think, it was for the pure thrill to be found in the satisfaction of discovery that slowly changed into a fascination with how-things-work. This does not exclude people and their strange rituals and costumes, and it is probably at this part of my journey that I started my life-long romance with those I would come to call my fellow travelers. From how-things-work I started to question my role in this whole charade, and even attempted to play along one or twice, but this got me into immediate trouble, as it seemed that "they" wanted me to accept "their" rules and views prior to becoming one of "them". While it seemed easy for some to pay lip service to whichever alliance seemed profitable, every time I tried I got the door slammed in my face! Thus I entered a decade of deliberation on what I had to do to be accepted, and one of the few places that I found myself comfortable and snug was in th