Wisdom of Ages

I used to think that the flow of creation endears itself to the confluence of mutual collaborative happenstance. At least according to my Dungeons and Dragons club, and if you ever sang in a choir or played in a orchestra and band, or acted in a Broadway play on stage you will know how it feels.  I vividly remember playing the Apostle number nine in a stage production of the then banded 'Jesus Christ Superstar'. Besides featuring on my five most fondest memories the experience led to my first crush, the first time I ever fell in love (hard), acted on lust, broke my heart, and made my debut as a undercover homosexual fetishist with incidental voyeuristic intentions. Besides the rush of the performance and the trill of unbridled arousal there is nothing more I recall of my entire career as a thespian with dreams of stardom and a insatiable sexual appetite. Now that I'm old the details are regrettably lost, but the bittersweet memory of how life feels living well and without a...

To this day I still cannot remember much from my childhood. Memory being what it is, that could either mean that it was uneventful boring, uneventful horrific, or uneventful happy. Uneventful boring would either have meant that I had some kind of childhood malaise that prevented me from exploring the world like my body was designed, or my environment gave me so little to explore that my mind found muchness in things that amuse it, because that is the way it was designed to do. Our environment abound to fascinate and enthrall, to captivate in natures radiant beauty and blind us in awe of existence. I can understand that in some children the beauty in nature can be the allure to lead them wandering off into the sunset, following the promise of a dream that's better than the one we left behind. According to the elder in my care I was a dreamer, staring off to space and making never-ever journeys to never-never land, and though it sounds like kinda fun to leave it just like that,...