after nap musings

in the way back long ago when before … before when-ago’s longed to run the back way into the infinite … spirals in mobius strip time, flowers in space, and trees made of light, all dancing to the music of existence, the one (Father) and the many (Mother) were always a whole (Child) …. the childhood of humanity is endless …. do we think gods want to grow up?

In my second childhood now, always a kind of myth, but no longer … didn’t you want, in the past, to have your former self know what your present self did then … second childhood is like that, we live, and we know a lot of stuff …

we ignore social rules, for they remain just as vacuous as we knew when we were eleven ….

we become highly skilled in avoiding work, and all manner of illnesses and weakness become a virtue for the excuses they offer …. lazy is an art, and a kind of play …

we have learned how to be affectionately crabby, without creating chaos, … a few what the fucks and/or god-damn-its usually brings a want in folk to quiet us, and sooth us ….

and, we know we deserve it, we earned it the hard way, having survived having children … in my case five, and even a dozen presidents …

a hobby is a good way to create a space no one dares screw with, and it is easy now to look like we are busy … with luck we might choose a hobby that lets us play all the time ….

head phones even can get rid of noise, not just make it … Amazon delivers … wonderful chairs have motors … electronics have remotes, we – with some justification, can just laze around, nap when we like, and even fart and not have to apologize ….
Yes, it can be worse, .. illness may reduce us to such dependency that we might wish to die … that choice should be ours and no one else’s … we earned it …

we also earned our politics, our religion, and our loves&hates … I don’t like fruit … beansprouts …. pointless conversation, modern music or fashion … I think we need to kill the bankers first, and watch the lawyers then run around trying to look useful instead of always in the way …

there is a texture of the end of the world to our time … I don’t buy it, having seen worse … if fact, in my not so humble opinion, there are a lot of stupid people, who might be less active and menacing if we just let they have the drugs they want as long as they leave the rest of us alone …

if we have problems that are collective, the main one – to any sane survivor to old age – is the war between the sexes. Doesn’t make what your race, religion, level of wealth, or even your newly discovered beyond female and male sexes, … everyone wants love, and love is easier to give … and hard to accept …