It's been said that you haven't lived today unless you've done something for someone who can never repay you. 

But that's easier said than done.

 Because when your life's a mess, it's hard to be much help to anyone else.

 

It's been established that time is not a rigid construct 

 

People choose the paths that gain them the greatest rewards for the least amount of effort.

 

This is why classical thought concerning structure could say that the center is, paradoxically, within the structure and outside it.

The center is at the center of the totality, and yet, since the center does not belong to the totality (is not part of the totality), the totality has its center elsewhere.

The center is not the center.

 

Stars to live by.

Stars to steer by.

Stars to die by.

 

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off.

He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?"

The boat's gone. "So?" Your mate's dead. "So?" Hey at least you're alive. "So?"

An awful word but it does harden you.

It hardened me.

 

I do not know anything about Art with a capital A.

What I do know about is my art.

Because it concerns me.

I do not speak for others.

So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others.

My art, however, speaks for me.

It lights my way.

 

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

 

Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful.

 

I want something else.

I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap.

It’s probably not even real.

 

Do not wake me from this slumber,

but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

 

Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say.

Of course those who write short books have even less to say.

 

To read" actually comes from the Latin reri "to calculate, to think" which is not only the progenitor of "read" but of "reason" as well, both of which hail from the Greek arariskein "to fit."

Aside from giving us "reason," arariskein also gives us an unlikely sibling, Latin arma meaning "weapons."

It seems that "to fit" the world or to make sense of it requires either reason or arms.

 The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.

 

The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.

 

Here then at long last is my darkness.

No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

 

What can I say, I'm a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of progress and all that, still vanishes every day like shadows at noon, goings unheralded, passings unmourned, well, you get the drift.

As a counselor once told me -a counselor for Disaffected Yought, I might add: "You like that crap because it reminds you of you."

Couldn't of said it better or put it more bluntly.

Don't even disagree with it either.