There is a false dichotomy spreading across this nation. Rather than bridging the abyss, the ravine grows colder, deeper and in disrepair. Mountains rumble, at loss. Time is suspended. The cloudy white milk pours from deciduous pine trees, while hawks lurk high above in their rarefied air, sending out notice, to prey.
Fear not the rain, nor the poles, nor the mighty storms at sea. They drain and sustain creating rivulets and rivers, of disparaging diversity. Conditional causes, which do not change matter, but subverts it. Hollowing trees, scattering bees and bees being boarders in their own land.
We walk a tight rope and swing from literal AND LIBERAL vines. We have no time for childish dreams, yet we are the epitome of games and rancor. We flourish with pens, inks and blotters, we stutter with jurisprudence.
My own odyssey was Quixotic. It started out with being sequestered in a Mental Hospital in Raleigh, NC. That lasted about eight days. The reason for the visit to the ER was a Major Seizure Attack. The adventure had morphed into a kind of confinement, a suggestion of mental entanglement. Upon release, I contacted the hospital and with swift hyperbole, I mounted their unilateral conjecture, into a scathing injunction to repartee with a patient. I MADE MY POINT. Essentially saying, “do not condescend to me and patients alike”.
I may again at some time during the next couple of weeks. For right now, more terrible blogs, for you to enjoy and me to destroy. Peace.