wolven7 | The Mutability of my recent Time.

I know people who were born in 1967. That fifteen years seems like a trivial space, to me [, should say something]. If it's less than fifteen, maybe even twenty, it doesn't matter. Five years older than myself is nothing, at all. Ten years is barely a consideration. I've always known older children. I socialised with my parents' friends and coworkers. I wonder how much was intended.

Hours and minutes drag on, for days, and weeks are gone in a flash; and above all, i can look back over the years, and they seem like Nothing, to me. And they make me wonder where the time has gone...

Everything is ultrafast and superslow, all at once, whorls and eddies of time and happening, and my "deja vu" is getting worse and worse, as we hit against the nodal rocks, and careen toward the cliff, and there's me, with the oar, trying to hook onto something, anything, this time, to keep us [from] going off the cliff. And, betting against that, i'm trying to teach everyone in the raft how to fly, at the same time...

Just remember what Uncle Douglas taught you, and remember to miss the ground, while forcing/integrating every possible interaction you can, that means you survive. Face the inner giver or taker, and be the sum total. Awaken the Sleeper... Lovecraftian and Desert meanings.

I'm off to side step a little more, through tonight's fugue...

{11.32pmIf you are a typical moonchild, you are likely somewhat reserved. The day ahead is likely to be a little rocky. Do you have some unfulfilled career ambitions? Are you striving to be true to yourself? Your search for self-fulfillment will be successful provided you take some risks. Follow the example set by someone who has succeeded...

Meh...}