Dropping The Anchor, Part II

It's inconsequential whether we believe or not, no matter the subject. There is reality and then there is our little corner of the Universe where we play and act out all sorts of games, trials, and tribulations. There are some who take great pleasure in such but alas, I am not a player.

I have taken myself out of the picture quite some time ago. In fact, I've actually never been in the picture but that is another story. Meanwhile at the amusement park the rides and people are exciting and excited. Please, carry on.

It's strange that there is no recourse.¹

As the path ahead unfolds neatly and tidy go ahead and pretend that it's all new, interesting and different. There is so much more which can be extracted from that which has given up even the ghost of Christmas past. In keeping hope alive the dead become ignored and, dare I say it, dangerous.

It's not about replaying old, tried and true games for fun and non-enlightenment but stupidity does have it's rewards. It truly does. It may seem as if I am throwing a bucket of negativity upon the fire and flame of progress but that is not so. I am merely laying out a few tidbits or as they say, breadcrumbs. From here to there the mind may perhaps, wander but in the end it all comes out okay so don't worry, fret or even fear the one who looks back at you in the mirror.

Stop staring, it's not polite.²

That rock in the stream where all the rushing waters embrace, envelope and carry on is the place from which all this occurs. It's not a personal thing, just a point of reference giving reference. In pointing to a thing connections occur, sometimes even in spite of the refusal to see. It's okay, I too wear glasses³.