an old woman embarrassed but desperate whispered from a night darkened doorway for alms our guide noted how humiliating this was for her but assured us as he stepped away from her that in his country people look out for one another unlike where we came from it was then i recalled lowell’s vision of sir launfal and tho i had little to offer i had much to share and shared the gift i had
although death had not scheduled an appointment it arrived none the less complains about premature and unexpected were notoriously ignored most folks know death rarely sends out notices requesting répondez s’il vous plaît since most would never reply anyway
i suppose you’d find it hard to believe that at my age i can easily climb to my treehouse but i can and do it’s where i go to be alone with my thoughts trying to make sense of the senseless or finish a dream that i didn’t want to end i’ve been going there for years whenever life becomes chaotic or just too depressing for words i go there for a little r&r now if for some reason you can’t recall your childhood treehouse or hiding place you may want to increase your cognitive load and reconstruct it you’d be surprised how much magical healing is still there
our lives are sometimes ruled by inertia events occur because they were set in motion years ago and we chose not to stop going in what we knew was the wrong direction such decisions leave the bitter taste of what if lingering in our thoughts especially as we grow older gradually slowing to a stop
you know them the ones walking on the edge of existence with lives emptied of hope and purpose going through survival rituals perpetuating the meaningless ignored by those who should care those good christian souls who for some reason are unable to see them and extend a helping hand christians no doubt baptized in dirty bath water
before you rise or even open your eyes recall a moment of pure joy breathe deep into that moment fill your body with its radiance and let that purity sustain you throughout the day
so here we are standing in the middle of the road not sure how we all got here but i know this doesn’t end well some people are busy on their iphones or ipads others wander off the road for awhile traveling or working on one thing or another but everyone returns to the road i must admit available time has not until recently been a factor in my decisions and i suspect the rest of the folks on this road are the same otherwise why would we all be standing in the middle of the road
lord that child is always taking things apart can’t accept what is has to know how things work and wants to know the why of everything ain’t never gonna fit in oh my goodness did you see the wonderful thing that child just made
i can’t verify it but someone said that the two who tore up the elks club were twin brothers like two nations fighting a proxy war leaving the place in shambles and both of them bloodied and here’s the kicker after all that someone at the health clinic heard one of them ask we’re still good right
child
you’ve been born
with
a losing hand
the cards
mankind has dealt
you
ain’t got nothing
but
a jester
and
an ace of spades
oh i know
your parents
were encouraged
by
the government
to have you
join
the human race
but
that was when
the replacement rate
was
below 2.1
so
you were
necessary
to
meet societal needs
however
that was before
we had the new chatbots
and
humanoid robots
hell kid
i remember
when that stuff
was just
science fiction
so
now
it would appear
that
your services
are
no longer
required
well
unless
you’d consider
becoming
military
a cyborg
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