Time: 1:28 AM
Music: Delirium
Drink: Nadda
I imagine every possibility of this life and all the options laid out on the table before me like a deck of cards spread out by the sly magician before the drunk passerby.. is this your card? I suppose that my choice doesn't matter as much as where my eyes wander when I make my selection. Will I watch the card as it scatters within the deck, and try to follow the smallest details and imperfections in the sides of the card that my fingers made when I passed it back to him, or will I watch his movements observantly enough to notice the slide of hand, the trickery beneath the glitter that beckons to tell me that things are not what they seem. place your bets... But what I do not know is whether to call the bluff or place everything on the line. The answer, it would seem, lies on your faith in the romance of your destiny, and your belief in the power to let all things that will be, be, and all those things that you fear pass beneath you as fish under your glass bottom boat. For surely, the only separation from you and what you fear is something that you can not see, and do not understand, but still you place all your being and safety on it as you stand there, looking down.. so do you go with the flow, throw caution to the wind as you make your mark, or is it a slow and steady crawl through the options? Before you make your decision, stop for a moment and ponder the consequences of your actions, potentially, and what it means. You are, at this very moment, traveling through an infinitely complex web of opportunity that appears and disappears before your eyes like lightning bugs, so grasp what you can when you can, how you base your decisions is up to you but is driven by all the consequences of every choice you made before this one. Isn't it hard to say that you've ended up where you are completely by design, and if it was design, was it not your choice that placed your feet in front of you , one after the other? Your mother brought you to this place, out of the stars you were plucked and brought into existence through an unimaginable process, but your choices start here, and there is no one to guide your hand.
Music: Delirium
Drink: Nadda
I imagine every possibility of this life and all the options laid out on the table before me like a deck of cards spread out by the sly magician before the drunk passerby.. is this your card? I suppose that my choice doesn't matter as much as where my eyes wander when I make my selection. Will I watch the card as it scatters within the deck, and try to follow the smallest details and imperfections in the sides of the card that my fingers made when I passed it back to him, or will I watch his movements observantly enough to notice the slide of hand, the trickery beneath the glitter that beckons to tell me that things are not what they seem. place your bets... But what I do not know is whether to call the bluff or place everything on the line. The answer, it would seem, lies on your faith in the romance of your destiny, and your belief in the power to let all things that will be, be, and all those things that you fear pass beneath you as fish under your glass bottom boat. For surely, the only separation from you and what you fear is something that you can not see, and do not understand, but still you place all your being and safety on it as you stand there, looking down.. so do you go with the flow, throw caution to the wind as you make your mark, or is it a slow and steady crawl through the options? Before you make your decision, stop for a moment and ponder the consequences of your actions, potentially, and what it means. You are, at this very moment, traveling through an infinitely complex web of opportunity that appears and disappears before your eyes like lightning bugs, so grasp what you can when you can, how you base your decisions is up to you but is driven by all the consequences of every choice you made before this one. Isn't it hard to say that you've ended up where you are completely by design, and if it was design, was it not your choice that placed your feet in front of you , one after the other? Your mother brought you to this place, out of the stars you were plucked and brought into existence through an unimaginable process, but your choices start here, and there is no one to guide your hand.
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trilobyte:
Good to finally get to meet you this weekend, hope the trip home went smoothly.
trilobyte:
Excellent trip, except for the too short part. The big events get too big sometimes and you don't get to connect with all the ppl you want, though overall it's a blast. I think I need to work out some kind of SF road trip that's not a very big shindig, I'm also due to getting around to visiting Portland one of these days.