This one takes a break at times to separate the fill from the essence… a strip tease of thoughts is scattered about my room… I am silhouetted against the pain that another feels… for all the times and the steps… the journey ended where it was and that as they say is that… so when I sit here on the cusp of a memory and bring to mind the journey I sense the wonder of being in step with another for a time… while the other sees the silhouette… interesting how so much can be shared over a very long time and one moment in that can be used to erase the entire before and after… it reminds me of love and hate… so very similar emotions… the difference is a slight… from that one goes from being in step to being at opposite ends of the spectrum… I have become some one other than the person I was once… so there is a blue tinge to the colors of my words… I have a wish that perhaps in another life time things will work out some what better… butt at least I am aware that the silence means contentment on the other side… and if I am a bit discontent with the path I am on… I am responsible for the path… I do accept the silence as the price of doing what is right… some times love means letting another go and be who we know they are and stepping out of the way… I promised myself when the roads diverged this time that I would not force them back together to suit my own purpose… while the day may come when I open the door and find a note waiting there… I am not waiting for that time… I have learned that time waits for know man… and I have less time each day that I live to get done what I must… and here I am reading the ruins of a past relationship and wondering if I stripped myself down once more a better solution could be found… what have come to realize in life is that I am a soul that does not let go easily… and while I never place expectations on another… and while I would prefer to have at least a word here and there… the truth is since I never placed that in play… the other never accepted or rejected it… truth some times is of our own making… that witch I wished most to avoid is the witch I am saddled with… so when I sit at the dawning of June and feel that sense of melancholy about the past and what the future holds I will take the time to bathe in the same warm waters of memories I hold close to my heart… breathe in the scents… and let them drip off of me…

I sit in silence… a golden sort… one shared… a slice of some thing… while what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger… we do find out who we are when shit happens and the struggle with routine is that is well a routine does give us pause… or paws to strike the ground… the strings are played in tune with one then the other… and while we have played out this ritual dance before it is a dance that we find ourselves entangled in… some embraces are hard… others soft… some stick us… others cut us… some are so easy that we forget that we are sharing the space… so easy it is to be… that we open the door and invite in the breeze scented with one’s presence… the jewel in the ring is one that reminds us of what we have… knot what we had… or what we could have one day… simply what we have… the words are weaving their own message and I stop and start so because I am more critical of me… the leaps are not as easy as they once were for a much younger man… such is the beauty of aging that we learn not to leap and run down the hill to scare off the many… we learn to walk down and talk to them all… yet through the walk we know that only a few will find it in their heart to walk in step or stride with the off centered few… so when I sit in silence and listen to the notes as they play I am reminded on a dance… do I have to voice those memories… not as much as I used to… though I do still love to use as many as I can when I do get down to it… the songs are in the strumming fingers… they are just new ones being created and as yet are not as familiar as the old…

The season begins with earnest… warm weather has dawned on us… s bit warmer than one would first wish for… butt after so much wet and damp and cool this spring I welcome the hot and humid air… the weekend was an enjoyable relaxation… a long meandering extra day of naps and reading… perhaps I am some what of a recluse in my use of extra long weekends… savoring the delight of being able to just be… to sit and breathe in the air… to stir the pot on such daze as easily as I move around the air about me… funny how many people think they know only to realize how ignorant they truly are… this axiom is also true of me… some times it is easier to make the judgment and move on then to find out in detail… details can be some what tiring when it comes right down to it… the actual point can be lost in the details if we fail to grasp the tiger by the tale and hold it… so with the warm days will come lazy afternoons when I can least use them… butt as long as the wind blows steady there is a possibility that some good work can be done…

If anyone can do it what prevents him from doing so… the nature of a task once assigned is that others tend knot to step in another’s place and take up the mantel or charge without specific instructions to do so… in the space of time between requests a large need can build up… such is the way of the oceans tide… we never know exactly what it brings forth to place on the shore… so we have to be prepared for what ever comes our way… anyone will wait for the proper turn or request… a some one or a specific some one has to be entitled to step forth in any gap so that we maintain a seamless coordinated process…

A couple of thousand words is an easy exercise especially if one can write about what ever comes to their mind… or in my case… whatever floats by…

Only what we allow to get to us does… we are all different in this respect… some manage to move easily through the most daunting of circumstances while getting stuck in the mundane steps of daily life… who knows what haunts one and not another… what we allow to haunt us does… like a word that causes one to cringe or become infused with anger… fuck… is just a word butt it stops some in their tracks… nigger is another one of those words that trip minds… the same is true of circumstances… some can be a witness to the cruelty of man and it paralyzes them… while others come home and pick up their lives changed butt able to function… perhaps the trial is yet to come… delayed or put off… the mind is a wonderful flexible series of synapses… what will stun us and what will knot we never know until we are faced with it… then of course we either learn how to deal with it… avoid it… or get used to knot…

While it is true that we should live life… part of living is planning for what is yet to be… we should not suffer the present for a future yet to be… butt we need to prepare for what can be other wise we may arrive in the future ill prepared for what we find… better to do now those necessary steps so that tomorrow we can truly enjoy the fruits of our labors…

One walks casually along the beach… the sand between the toes is a very relaxing sensation… the shells however can be the edge that pauses the step for a moment… one slip of the step and suddenly we are do a dance… nothing like a sharp edge to remind us that even in paradise one can get a slice of reality… I for one have cut a number of toes strolling on the beach… just when you thought it was safe to go near the water the edge cuts you like a knife… a little slice to remember you by… perhaps just a bite to sample… a nipple for later… so the casual walk turns serious… for with every step there is that possibility that we can find a sharp edge that will take us from the wonder of a dance in paradise to limping home with our tails between our legs…

The concept of knowing is elusive… how we know relates to what we know… to know one has to have had an experience to know… that experience is either one that is intellectual… or it is practical… either kind is stored in memory… is our memory real… or is it a fabricated illusion… such are questions for philosophers to ponder… such as why… witch is answered by why knot… or who cares… the lessons is not so much on what one remembers or believes butt what one is willing to share… take this shard… this small increment of knowing… it is insignificant in comparison to the knowledge in the world… butt to some one who is missing that peace… it could just be the last one to a more complex puzzle… so while we may ponder what is known or what is real or what is the world to one or the other… sharing that makes it more interesting…

The edge of my own darkness creeps in… the long and the short of it is that I need to busy my mind with alternatives to the run I am on and then to apply the same sequence to the unknown ideas that flutter at the edge of my awareness… so much of what I remember is lost from time to time… I am beginning to wonder about my recollections… are they real… are they the actual memories of times gone by or illusions that have come to my mind… has the age of senility fallen upon me… on the surface I am a bit on the younger side for the sea Nile butt then it doesn’t just happen that one day you can remember in great detail and the next you are drooling upon yourself… at least I would assume that the there is a slow meandering road where we forget a little bit with each rotation until the straw of the camel is broken and we disassociate the past with the here and now… a strange place to begin… a truthful one butt strange all the same… some words just haven’t looked right to me for some time… perhaps it is the spell check thing… I have lost the visual awareness of the written word… never being a good speller to begin with I have often sat and stared at a word unable to get the mind to accept the spelling as being reasonable… strange how that comes to mind… of course spell check does help in a number of ways… butt in others it annoys me… since I some times purpose fully spell things as separate words or I use sin know hymns to get the sound and cause the brains to wander in one direction or another…

So the world did not end as the old gee said it would… now there is one person that scares me… he seems harmless enough butt that is the thing about nuts… they seem harmless… after one goes over the edge they always interview someone who knows them that says he was a really quiet nice person would not hurt a fly… can’t understand how this came about… what is the need to predict the end of times… Godde is coming repent for your sins… the fear tact once more… being raise a cat lick her I have personally been at the edge of that tactic for way to long… simply put one does not repent out of fear for long… so change the message… the world will end one day and I am pretty sure man will have a larger hand in that more so than Godde… so give it a rest… stop all the Henny Penny the sky is falling stuff and stick to the basics… love one another as I have loved you… some messages are perfect and that happens to be one of them…

The evening wanes before me… a silence dwells within the folds of my mind… I imagine there is more to it than just a reluctance… there is a hesitancy about… a two step dance of one up… one back… the third step is missing so it is one and then back… a dance where one never moves from square one for long… I mean eventually the other foot has to fall off base and some where other than one way and then back to the previous one… butt then some times people live their entire lives in such a simple two step…

In truth we impart a little peace with every motion… with every word there is a semblance of peace that goes along with it… we miss most what we care about… to admit it though is difficult… tough individuals rarely let on about missing anyone or admit even to themselves that the world would notice… part of the hardening of the shell… so we sit on the stage of time and we wait the game out… we explore the shards for the perfect one never realizing that they are all the perfect one… any shard is the perfect shard when shared… the shard is just a means to share… the sharing is the objective… so one sits upon a wall and falls so that all there is to do is put one back together… as if there is something wrong some thing that needs to be broken… when in truth we are perfectly suited one glove to each hand… one to the other… two peas in a pod or twins of different mothers… I believe is the expression… the same seed in separate fertile ground… strange how that works itself out… so we impart a little peace for each and go on our merry old way…

Best to knot start down a road you know is going to lead you to an end not worth beginning… sometimes the solitude is deafening… today is one of those days… and the truth is that I rather be silent in the solitude of time then a loud angry old sod… butt then I am that some times… just part of the day…

Endless as the dark or the light… endless to the very edge of one’s imagination or are the choices endless because they are unique to the souls that inhabit… all things are endless and yet they are in that same instant finite… the light swallows as much as the darkness… each is an endless possibility yet each has a limited amount of time in witch to slip away… so many days… so many nights… so many choices in the day to dream about in the peaceful slumber of the night… so many days where we fell into bed dreaming of what tomorrow will bring and then to awaken on the dawn to the first sprinkles of light… so many whispers on the horizon that to pick one would be a fool’s idle journey… the thought is an endless one both for its days of light… and its nights of silent darkness wrapped in dreams…

The step is taken… tentative at first to be sure the ground can hold… after a time it becomes a walk… a stroll… a meandering walk… we bump into and out of ways and find ourselves along the wall sitting in a way… a string of letters attached to a wall reading the sentences as they change from day to day… an hour to the next a lips kiss to the wind… and yet the false is as true as the ready answer for there is know complete answer nor complete truth… just the lies we tell ourselves and believe… for what is a belief butt a lie… we tell ourselves from time to time only to be replaced when the situation allows us… so perhaps as we walk along the edge we should slip over the precipice and fall into the clouds and land with a soft bounce to sit above it all and wish upon the first star for some thing magical…

Eventually some singular soul will get it right… eventually the sky will fall and the earth will rise up and the end of days will come in a tempest and a fire storm just as predicted a long time ago in a far off land… that day was not yesterday as one soul predicted… it could be tomorrow or the next day or the day after that… when it is… is beyond our ability to know so perhaps we should just live as if it is tomorrow… or perhaps we should live like we are unaware of when we are going to be taken and therefore live a better life then we do… religion has a place in humanity… it is a concept or idea that we should care about one another and help one another to be the best we can be… some where along the line it became about control and fear… some where it became about what not to do instead of being about what to do… human logic has never responded well to you can have all of this just not this from the dawn of time… when asked not we ask why knot and desire that witch we cannot have… and that witch usually bites us hard in the ass… yet time and time again we strive toward her in ever more reckless abandon… so if you want some thing positive in this world perhaps the picture we should paint is the wonder…

There is no rest for the weary… this is the time of year when my muscles ache… my bones creak and I feel a general fatigue from all the small tasks that are before me… yet it is a most beautiful time of the year… we could use with s little less rain… signs of ark building are everywhere… in some places the mode of transport is the canoe… that is spring… a lot of rain and cool evenings that produce wonderful flowers and lush green grass… too much of one or the other and we become imbalanced and that is where we are to the wet side after so many years of the dry side… so there is little rest for us who toil and plant our fingers in the dirt as a hobby or as a life’s work… this is the hour of toil and the time to bring forth the colors of the rainbow… and the skies remain grey with clouds and the promise of more rain… yet we did have a break yesterday for a few hours where the sun broke through and illuminated the land warming the soul… butt then all good things do turn so easily and the clouds came back and with them the slow drizzle of mist and rain… and even this morning it lingers…

The busy nest eludes my mind so I can spend time meandering in my imagination… if I allow the list to appear in my head of the things I have yet to get to I will become lost in the realm of tasks and forget that part of life is doing what we enjoy doing… finding time in the day for ourselves is a necessary wonder… be it in the pages of a book or the words at one fingers or the gentle strokes of a brush or the notes of a song… when we escape even for a few moments the reality of our day we open the door to further possibilities that we can reach… time to think is as important as time to accomplish what we are thinking about… a seed takes time once planted to germinate and grow into something other than a seed… while a seed can fill a soul for a moment the fruit of that seed can fill a soul for a life time…

Where would we go if we could escape the madness of our own mind… would we flee to the sanity of others or freeze in our tracks at the prospect of being free of the logic of our own mind even for a moment… the thought being I may be crazy butt they are nuts so I will embrace my own lunacy as a means of not having to enter yours… but I do enter yours and you do enter mine and we do share our combined lunacy from time to time and for the most part we are successful in slipping in and then out without much of a permanent effect… so perhaps I would go for a wander inside your particular imagination and enjoy my stay wandering the logic of your mind and finding a place to sit in the shade of a tree you create and just sitting there contemplating the possibilities of if this is possible then what else is… such ties bind us in endless ways as we are stroked into action… inspired to reach beyond ourselves by the very simple strokes of another’s brush or word inked on a pad or a picture that trips our imagination… why knot springs to my mind… certainly why knot…

Godde has their own time table and we are not let in on when or where that time will come for valid reasons we could not comprehend… if man knew when the end was coming the social order would degrade to nothing… in all our time on this earth we have not managed to control ourselves beyond the base… we seek to be more and the spiritual hue is there at times over the physical butt when push comes to the shove the mystery of tomorrow does not hold a candle to the desires of today… Godde in their wisdom would not show us the door or allow us to divine the time of our own undoing… we are accomplishing that quite well with free will all on our own…

The idea or concept of anam cara soul friends intrigued me from the first time I came about the idea and then after reading about the concept even more… the thought just fit into what I had experienced… a number of souls kindred… have entered and exited my life butt each one has left a mark upon my soul… or left me a peace of my own soul… I say it that way not that they had a peace of it butt they made me aware of the peace… if not for their gentle touch I would still be blind to that peace within me… so each allowed me the opportunity to open my soul to a treasure that would otherwise be dormant in me… these soul mates… kindred souls anam cara’s of my life are not a multitude they can be counted on my fingers… yet the spark of life from their touch is exponential… so I do seek more for I sense there are more such souls wandering about the world feeling in a way that they are in need of some thing or perhaps they are unaware of the need as of yet still dormant in their being… once sparked to life however we do tend to move along our paths with a bit more focus and energy… the passion of such relationships spins a web that is not easy to untangle… we are only human and I have to remind myself that passion is not the basis for a relationship… it can be for a fleeting one… many a one in youth flames from the passion of desire or the passion of a similar need… this is not that… this is a passion for self awareness… self searching… soul awakening… and the passion to be who we can be… when near some one who knows us soul to soul we are in a sense naked in their eyes… for they see into our souls and lift us up… we have the knowledge of their insight and it burns within us to reach beyond the ties that bind us and the barriers of the world to be who we are… who we imagined ourselves to be… is that passionate… yes it surely is… does it stir desire… yes it does… can it confuse and confound… yes… does it have to… no… this sort of relationship is complex as well all relationships are… add the opposite genders into play and you have recipes for wondrous moments and the potential for disaster… nothing worth anything exists without risk… I am a deeply passionate person and it has lost me many a friend who believed that passion to be for something other than what it was… my loss… their loss… we try and some times we fail to be the comfort another requires or the shoulder that another can cry upon… some times we are not the peace they desire in reality… only in their imagination can be achieve such a lofty place for we are human beings with physical needs and desires and those elements of us do get in the way some times of wonderful passionate friendships… can they exist… yes they do… I am witness to the existence of them… and of the failure of them… that I know a friendship has two edges… one that soothes the rough edges of life and one that cuts deeply to ones soul… I know this because I have felt it… does it make me a better person… know more than any other who has reached and grasped ore leaped and fallen… this is life the nuts bolts and screws of existence… is it possible… yes… for some times those closest to us do not see the prophet around them… they see us as we were and in their eyes who we will in all ways be… a sibling… a child… a parent… a lover… a friend… while another sees us as a flame or spark that sets off a passionate response… should we abandon one for the other… certainly not… walking the thin line of the awakening of one’s passionate for self while over standing the peace that others bring and seeing the anam cara as they are and being open to the doors they move within us requires us to hold on tight to the foundations built over time and to add these new stones to our foundation while we explore the possibilities… in our youth we may have leaped wildly and repeatedly… butt not as we have gained the wisdom of patience… time leads us and allows us to experience the wonder of each day so that we can build a bridge that allows for all the peaces to fall into place in proper perspective… maintaining that allows for any or all to be included…

I have had an odd series of moments from now and again… they happen just like the saying goes… shit happens and suddenly there you are… and the measure of who you are at that moment is what your next step is… the best of us find we are compromised not by our actions butt instead by the actions of those we care about… and for that we are sometimes taken to task… when in reality the actions of another we have no control over once they reach the age of reason… am I in bare ass by the actions of my siblings or my children… at times I suspect I have been… and the same is true of them I suspect… am I responsible for their actions… my siblings… no… my children… for a time I was… now as they have all reach the age of reasoning for themselves… no… I have very little control over their choices and their actions… in fact since they are responsible for themselves the only thing they look to me for is money on occasion… and that is usually the youngest as he is still dealing with the financial responsibility issues related to being a free agent… so these odd moments happen and I find myself just sitting watching them unfold in slow motion knowing full well there is not one thing I can do to alter the outcome… a surreal moment for sure… know one ever enjoys the feeling of being helpless… a lone hiker looking up at the snow covered mountain and seeing the snow moving toward them for a mile in each direction knowing all you can do is wait for the impact and pray… that is the sort of moment that paralyzes a person into inaction for they know that it does not matter what they do and lose sight of the fact that even fruitless endeavors have their own rewards… it may not matter what we can accomplish in these final moments butt it may be these moments that define us… such is the way of life that an entire lifetime of choices and living will be overlooked for the heroic choice one makes in their final moment…

My bones have started to creak a bit more of late… well my entire being aches for one reason or another… age certainly has taken its toll and it seems at every turn I hear tales of what is to come as time ticks off the years for me… in time they told me it would work out and the truth be told it has for the most part worked itself out in time…

Some songs are wonderful stretched out like silk over a lifetime of listening… others are best taken in short snippets and let go… I like the changes that some imply to the music of others and take a melody and lyric and make it their own by the improvisation of the notes so that the initial thread of a few minutes is expanded in a wondrous way… jam bands have found ways to take the tunes that others have created and twisting them eloquently into blissful arrangements… not all perhaps butt a great many have become concert classics…

The process of telling the tale varies with whom the tale is being told… a harsh reality that is for knot every ear is open to the nuances of certain words… a child for example is less likely to respond to words of complex length… well in point of fact most people will get bored with a string of words they struggle to grasp… in a lucid moment in time perhaps another place in time we could banter in long drawn out expressions that turn a phrase or a word on its end or edge… a very Shakespearian adventure to twist words upon ones tongue for the simple pleasure of the sounds they could make as they slide out into the air and come to rest in another’s mind… what is the purpose of words butt to stimulate the mind to imagine the possibilities we could coax from one and then the other… it reminds me of the combination of words and music… lyrics to the melodies of life… words and pictures… while a picture saves a thousand words… words can often paint a more imaginative picture… the words alone opens each mind to a landscape of ideas as wide spread as the sands of time… where know two images will be exactly the same… I find that I often lack the clarity of what another describes… I allow myself the escape of knot putting all the images to rest… I leave some to wander… I let them just come and go as they may… the idea that words can spin music into being some how strikes a chord with me… the picture is not altogether a perfect harmony of one with the other… sometimes the most beautiful combinations are created by opposing forces in a fierce rivalry of competition to convince one than the other of the purity of their thoughts… the wonder is how they ever come to rest in a middle ground… and yet they put their own self aside and realize that one with the other is a larger entity than one alone… a singular strand that leads the way… many an artist has found that out the hard way falsely believing that they were the soul influence of others missing that most important aspect of the others stirring their ingenuity and creativity as theirs was being strummed… we fail at times to over stand the magic of another’s presence that is counter to ours… an alternative idea is magic when used to create a spirit of competition that provides solutions or a means to reach beyond one’s self… I wish to leap off this edge and land safely while another wishes to walk the trail in ever descending circles until they reach the very bottom… different methods to reach the same end to be at the very bottom of the abyss that separates one concept or idea from another… the proverbial middle ground… a life of compromise and adjustments so that each gets a bit of what they require so movement can be achieved… stagnation is the enemy of all rational mind… let me wander in the liquid changes of phase to the vapor… let to slow to the frozen ice and find my days in simple complex smiles… there are possibilities in both sides… reason allows for both answers to achieve a solution that will move in a direction… how flexible are we when we need to be… how adaptable are we willing to be as the tide changes around us… for some the notion of change is an aggressive force of hostility… while to me it is a warm soothing bath scented with the rose of possibility…

I am one that never knows just where my mind will wander… of course there are the obvious places once tripped in that direction butt even then after a time the same trips are not so easily fallen for… right place in the right time… or if captured off guard one can slip into the while all over again… I am in one of those quandaries where I am damned if I do and damned if I don’t… I am wondering what the correct path is for each one has certain sharp edges to deal with… for some time now I have been cast adrift in my mind from a peace that I held for over a decade of time… such is the way of things that when faced with choices some find ways to keep threads in place whilst others have to cut them all away… in this case they have been cut away or at least that is what I sense after a number of months of silence… so after giving the breathing room does one reach forth and possibly then deal with the harsh truth spoken… or does one allow time to continue meandering down this road as we are to just let what was before be and assume the other is of the mind to be content with silence… I am leaning toward the later knot wishing to open cuts I already have… is that a reasonable choice… is it truly what one does when a person they care about seeks solace and peace away in another place… as the quote says just because you love some one does not mean they need to be in your life… I have found this notion to be a truthful observation of the reality of life… and while I am not a person who waves his hand and creates friendships easily and effortlessly know that the surest way to assure a forever is to one of two things… to create a confrontation that forces a choice or to not reach out… damn if I do… damned if I don’t… a some what paradoxical equation… one way grants me knowledge by the response… the other allows the current response to be the answer forever and always or until the other choices to decide… a certain itch inside me does not like completely the idea that I have no say in the outcome… butt in reality one cannot do much once they have led the horse to the stream as far as getting them to drink… so perhaps in a few days time I will stroke the fire of my imagination and cast a line into the stream on see what fish are about… what is the worst that can happen… I learn something in know uncertain terms… knowledge as they say is power and with power comes responsibility…

Speaking of power is anyone ever surprised by affairs of state taking president over affairs of state… one after another the high and the mighty find ways to literally screw themselves… does anyone in the light of the lime think that know one is watching… that know one cares where they dance at night… of course we are the general populace are some what two faced in our idealism… powerful people attract powerful desires from some if not all… opinions and lusts being just two of the powerful emotions that can be stirred by the high and the mighty… and does a person in power really believe some one other than their spouse really desires them for who they are… hell some of their spouses are not interested in who they are only where they can take them… so what makes the hotel maid or the nanny exempt… some thing interesting came across the wire recently stating that the reason there are so many cases of strangeness in the priesthood is due to the overall change in morals that has come about since the early sixties… perhaps what is wrong with the priesthood is that it is filled with corrupt individuals who like the feel of the power they have over others… that is just my opinion since the one who was in charge of our local parish was just found guilty of embezzling a couple hundred thousand over the years of his tenure with us… so what makes a person dedicated to leading the way for others to find soulful peace turn out to be a common thief… well I guess it is better than a child buggerer… he just took some cash and when caught tried to off himself… personally I think they should put him to work in a minimum wage job at a charity and force him to pay back every last cent he took… butt that would be cruel and unusual punishment… how does someone get so corrupt in mind heart and soul to lose all self respect and a life time worth of service and toss it all away for a few dollars of cash… man it strikes me that perhaps the state of affairs in that one’s mind was all screwed up and down and sideways when it should have been focused on the life after this one… not making this one so nice and cozy… makes me wonder if he had a little woman on the side some where… that would just add icing to the cake… and what a cake it is… probably one that some one can hide inside and jump out of at the inappropriate moment in time… things like this cascade along so many avenues and reflect on so many innocent lives in addition they make all of us question… can we trust anyone… and I suspect anyone who holds a powerful position cannot be trusted and should not be given free rein to do as they please without them coming to terms with those they govern over be that in a religious sense or a political one… know one given absolute power has failed to abuse it in one way or another… some with the best of intentions butt still intentions don’t always lead one to the best of places… some times we will find ourselves at the gates of hell with the best of intentions to arrive at the gates of paradise…

A logical man would stop the nonsensical and begin to move along… such is the complex idealism or effects one has on the sense of another… if common sense was so common why do so few people possess it in any good measure… use is even more of an issue for some know what to do and can see or have a good deal of common sense that speaks to them of the correct step and still it is not applied… what logic then do we apply that we so avoid the path we know is true and correct and choose one that is some what edgier or off to the left or right of the straight and narrow… is it that we idolize those who do things in an off beat sort of way… is it we dream of the leap of faith when we take the smallest of steps… are we seeking the ultimate risk as a means to measure ourselves against… what is the reasoning behind the ignorance of logic… for it is not that we lack the logic or the sense to know better… in fact we often know clearly that we are stepping into the danger zone and do so purposefully aware of the risks we are taking… a walk on the wild side perhaps is what we desire more than anything else to spark some color into our lives… of course our lives are full of colors and as far and wide as the eyes can see… butt as in all things we are often blind to what we have until we put ourselves out of it… until we risk all we have for some thing even further and in so doing take that risk we dream about… of course the dream is always a success while the reality more times than knot the wall is a harsh place to find oneself pressed against… dreams all ways end with smiles and laughter… reality on the other hand has many more leaps than land short or beyond the safety net then ones than land dead center perfect… perhaps that is why we idolize those who are willing to continue to take the risks… the view from the side line is difficult after a while… we do hear a lot about the success stories and perilously less about those who fall short of their goal… perhaps that is the way of things.. it is an all or nothing sort of world… celebrate the winners and ignore the losers… although we do place a lot on participation… you certainly need to be in the dance to win the competition… so it truly is not how many times you fall by the wayside… not how many times you trip or stumble or miss the target or the golden ring you seek… what matters most is that after each you get up and pursue it once more… tenacity in the face of obstacles… perseverance in the face of adversity…