found a new drug...

I'm starting to 'get' certain things; things that were already there, I just couldn't see them. I now understand the concept of finding something positive in every situation no matter how dismal the initial and prevalent outlook is. Case in point, my bout this past week with viral infestations, severe wear and tear on the infrastructure, and the residuals of mucus gland inflammations left me with more than ample time to reflect on more deeper ills. So an epiphany has struck. The synapses are still stinging, singed from the passing lightening bolt.

I won't go into everything here as there is not enough bandwidth to delve through the layers. I'm just warning everyone that the next time we all sit around a table of purposeful discussion, I'm going to be fully loaded, oozing multitudes of questioning concerning the reasons for starts and finishes that probably already exist, why crafting is more of a peeling back, chipping away at layers rather than building accentuation and enhancement from nothing to something, why as we whittle away at those layers we stop short of nothingness because nothingness is a non-commodity that can't be peddled; and nothingness is where truth exists and we can't go there because the truth is not marketable.

So until then, I'm off to read Dharma Bums and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance again.

And... NyQuill is really good shit. What do you think the "Quill" in NyQuill is all about? Actually, I think the NyQuill (the old stuff, not the new and improved) has stimulated long since abused braincells. I'm experiencing rapid-fire tangents though. I couldn't find a copy of "Dharma Bums" at the used bookstore so I grabbed "The Portable Nietzsche" instead. That's an oxymoron, isn't it? I have "The Portable Mary Parker" somewhere in the basement. Of course, being housed there, she's not as portable as she used to be.

Gotta run, Zarathustra calls....