It’s just that sort of day…the type wherein the mind bolts from containment. Too much, too much, too much… So, herein, methinks whatsoever I choose will work. Or not. But of no matter. For what is a “matter” anyway?
Isn’t it odd and fun how a word loses all meaning and sense when it is said repeatedly?
Today is brought to you by yesterday and tomorrow has no significance. Yet the same thing will occur, over and over.
Lines for Posterity:
Happy Birthday, Raymond Chandler July 23, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
“Tall, aren’t you?” she said.
“I didn’t mean to be.”
Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.
—Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
And then: The Viking god, Odin, had two ravens, Hugin (thought) and Munin (memory), which flew around the world every day and reported back to Odin every night about what they saw. I have a friend who is certain that all of the creatures, birds, dogs, wolves, all, are taking note of what we do and say. They then report back to Heaven (God, et.al.) who then takes that in to account for our personal record. Heavenly spies, I guess.
“But knowledge does not protect one. Life is contemptuous of knowledge; it forces it to sit in the anterooms, to wait outside. Passion, energy, lies: these are what life admires.”― James Salter, Light Years
The Japanese understood the connection between horses and women, females. They knew, understood, painted them together, in a certain light. That is how you capture, and keep.
I wish you love, and redemption. Then you might make it okay. Redemption is Forgiveness earned.