About Last Night
Noone that I know will ever know how great it was. I had finally gotten down to brass tacks and was rolling along at a rapid pace...steaming up the river with a full load of coal in the bunker. The black sooty smoke was blowing back over the bridge as we pushed up the river - into the great and dark forest, that could be a jungle or an enigmatic experience. Heartless man of Western Civilization. Meaning his heart was pumping and the breath tones were good, but the spirit, which had been frozen ... had inveigled a certain denoument . And the song that never ends was being sung again. Faith and truth of our fathers .. As a man learns to speak he is enabled to speak. He may say what is truth. Hopefully with regard to a purpose of being. These Rambo like comedic efforts at an esoteric understanding may be foolish in the long run, but I can disclaim them as a bad faith effort at a later date, but having said that I know my thoughts have true structural integrity. I will go on and be all that I can be. Eventually, I can be proud of what I believe is the inevitable discovery of what was lost...being found. Me...I am.

I would dearly love to visit the fluidity of the call and response of last nights' efforts, but I lost them going from draft to publish and for some daunting reason... I was not able to recover my art. I call it my meditation on nothing... now, because it is gone forever. I was rolling and my spirit was on fire. I had love in my heart and I wasn't frozen spermatazoa. I was a rifling fool...standing up to my fears and eventually achieving a certain dignity of unblemished sublimity.

I was hauling some serious butt. The grinding gears of consciousness were devoted and actuated into their highest evolution. This, obviously, is done with a tongue in cheek request, that you would recognize me as a fellow of the web's semantical knowledge blender. I am a most ordinary man, who in humility is seeking a qoutient of respect for the history of me and a recognition of the divination that my life has afforded me. Anonymously speaking I am not an actor of perhaps or of when. I am coming to an expression of the revival of me. I could handle the delight of knowing that I could do this, just because I can.

Here we are then... at the end of tonight's casual exercise. I am designed .... by me. The free will of the happenstance and discipline have given me an adaptive nature, that though it has not experienced great worth or wealth. I have acquired a real recognition of values and truth. Key elements in the order of life's silent order.
I will go now "perchance to dream"... knowing that -This distracted ride is also a part of the recovery of me ...in my most fictional sense... The Art Of Being is being present. Finding the true location of my Heart and Health is the alpha and omega of being here now. I choose my life, because it has brought me to here. And I would honor that.