Coping, great. Settling for, not so much. Argh, I look horrible in uniform stripes. No one told me that ignorance is not an excuse for dismissal. Ignorance, ignore/ance, of the law excuses no man: Not that all men know the law, but because 'tis an excuse every man will plead, and no man can tell how to refute him.
Obviously bliss is not the door I thought I slammed. Dark. Stifling. The kind of dark that your eyes never become adjusted, because there is not the slightest sliver of light.
Then the Choices just got real limited. The proverbial Wrench de Duress. Unchecked doubt will drag most everyone around by the hair; I’ll don’t know … well, I COULD have been sleepwalking and cut the neighbor’s throat …
Mr. Freud are you listening? This couch is as hard as concrete and cold as stone. Life has twists and turns and no matter the plans or how much you second-guess; what happens is usually something you never imagined. That is both the scary part and the exciting part.
Qui tacet consentire.
Reminding me of the old proverb. If its not broken don’t fix it, if its broken don’t fix it.
The mind is so very loud when it is silent.
Wisdom is achieved very slowly. I heard somewhere this is because intellectual knowledge, easily acquired, must be transformed into ‘emotional’, or subconscious knowledge.
Once transformed the imprint is permanent.
How nice.
