We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be
to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
T. S. Eliot


Taking  random shots at important questions.

Free Will or Working Cause?

Cause seems to be a push — pushing you along with what comes next. The because.

Will is a pull, pulling along what you want to happen, making it go a certain way. 
Which wins out most of the time?

Biting the proverbial coin and seeing if its real. 

Having a mental filibustering afternoon. — 
Over-thinking till the final hour. 
The way hard boiled ideas, get kicked to the curb.

With me, cryptomnesia wins most of the time. But I may have figured that before now.


Randomness has been the newest normal.
I've always preferred mythology to history. Because history is made up of truths which eventually turn to lies. Mythology is made up of lies that eventually become truths. - Jean Cocteau

Check Engine light requires the dreaded Push Codes … or, Yea, Right.
#P0442/evap emissions system leak …aka she'll take the bait 
#P0507/idle air control higher per min … aka reel her in
#P0328/knock senior … aka basic sucker punch 

Arguing with  myself. 
Head vs. Heart
Reason vs. emotion
One side accused of being unreasonable the other of not caring.
Hah! "You can't fight in here! This is the war room!"  - Pres. Merkin Muffley / Dr. Strangelove

Everywhere the Queensbury rules do not apply, nor the hierarchy tidal rules of chess.

The bad news we are all going to double-ell. The good news is there's plenty of pillows in the basket.


This guardian angel leaned against the brick wall, struck a match on his heal and had a smoke. He was in no hurry.

I dreamed of  an art opening. The room was totally empty, very well lit and the walls were washed warm white. It was entitled "The Power of Omission."

I just went back though a bunch of Old Work - that I m not happy with. But, I am not going to rework any of it.
Hell, I can do New Work and not be happy with it.

Time goes and I  wish I had more physical manifestations of how the hours were spent.

System vs. Goal.
Stick with a system and you will attain the goal.


Directions slow to cresindo.

I had lost my notebook, shoes and mis-placed my fancy math text. Frustrated, all I could do was glimpse down the hill over the trees to see the web of streets I needed to navigate to get to the University -  and the classes I was late in attending. I ended up cutting through yet another building. Moving higgily-piggily,  outrunning my sight and slammed into Andy Warhol. I pardoned and asked him for directions. He responded politely saying  this was the symposium building and that they, too, were searching for answers. I inquired if he and the rest of the students were using the correct accent.


As soon as I realized I did not have to play tag, 
I didn't.


"They are  all scare and no substance … like a long shadow, but no one's there." - 'Drew,  in his political observation noir phase.

His huge bulk wedged inside a telephone booth, he was fuming into the phone over some isolated I cant even remember. The diner’s diners were trying not to notice this frantic man. I was reminded of Twains’s,  let us pull the curtain of charity over the moment. The booth conversation ended and he rocked the booth violently to get the folding door open, obviously a well practiced trick, and headed for his stool and the truckers plate waiting at the counter. Then someone hollered HI TINY! I read the booth guys face; absolute glee …. Why are all these huge guys named TINY?

Wierd; how I can remember what is going to happen, but fail to bring up what's past - say, my little brothers birthday is going to be on the 12 of march, but I cant remember when it was last year.
Then I remember I do not have a  little brother.

Only a pawn in the big picture.