Pretty, but too many notes...

After all, isn't cynicism just a way of expressing a desire for purity and a disappointment with the evident compromise?

(idea by Ross Lipman)

Walk in truth, fly in hot pants...

Yes, I know... it's been a little earnest around here lately. I guess there's been a tendency to dig deep and look around with serious awe, and to walk in the overlaps of inner and outer, dreams and materiality. Still though, as ever, I love to ride the waves of the present, the surface, the fun, the people, that. But not as a fear-born substitute for depth, and not to undermine the good stuff that's underway.

The bell-curve of any arc-like journey returns. Zarathustra came down from the mountains, Jacques Cousteau swam up to Calypso, and little ol' me will climb out of my rabbit hole.

Complements are what I'm after. Worlds that work together without over-thinking or queasy consequences or the need for shattered safety-glass goggles.

Let's get airborne...

Prune your dendrites...

Your postnatal mind developed, your synapses laid down connection chains, your recurring habits and thoughts created solid dendritic branches, thoroughfares of behavior, while other neurons didn't interconnect and therefore atrophied or were 'pruned' out of the network. This natural pruning phenomena suggests to some that bad habits and thought patterns can be pruned away by laying down new ones. How do you create new and preferable dendritic superhighways and let the old and undesirable ones wilt away? I'll let you know when I've got a real answer.

(Rivers of the world straightened and sorted)

Glass eyes...

You paddle strenuously through yourself through rapids and unseen obstacles beneath the surface. Growth doesn't happen in your bones while you sleep anymore. You believe that you'll know what to do when your boat tips and drops you into chaos. And sometimes you do.

You cannot fix good feelings in time. You can not nail your hand to a breast. You can not spare another from the suffering that leads to growth. Though you will want to sometimes.

You can try to curate your life in bits and pieces. You may go to great lengths and subtractions to avoid suffering. But the gods offer a full spectrum of experience from dust to glory. Ignore one god, chthonic or Olympian, and they will become offended and knock you off balance in a way in you that you may or may not recognize.

What are we asking others for that we need to be doing for ourselves? And what should we be asking for that we can not give ourselves? Solve that with your partner and you've got yourself some true love bub. Given the brevity of the ride, and the chill of the night, it seems worth the effort.