Just after 5 again, time to write a little after a shortish scrolling of the FB feed, to try to decipher the viewpoints of various chosen FB friends, each with their own version, perception or illusion of what's going on politically around the world, mostly illustrated and supported or attacked in comment threads ... fascinating ... please note your correspondent does not exempt himself, not wishing to play holier than thou, a major error ...
After that an hour of reading ... early reading usually reserved for dense and difficult books, when the brain is most alert ... worth the effort to stay informed on topics alien to this unscientifically structured brain or mind ... writing this stuff to entertain any readers bored after all this time with unusual insights, possibly delusional and lacking the daily colour from Caminoing ... none of it anyway an altruistic chore, but purely selfish and mostly fun ... staying fit in body, mind and soul, not with any intention to live forever but to maybe die healthy if possible ... as predicted by the gypsy descendent of Rose Lee a short while ago ...
Weirdness abounds and finds an old mind happy to entertain it ...
An old young friend arrives with books, all written by him just this year ... in case you're wondering, dear reader(s), it's only one book but several copies, dedicated by him, an affectation you may observe, indicating that this would-be writer at least knows one published author ... anyway it looks good in a Library to encourage would-be readers ... the author developed the book from a thesis which won him his PhD, so he's a doctor now ... frankly I trust him more than some medical ones, dispensing drugs to order from drug barons on prescription, approved by NICE, another strange acronym, a linguistic lie ...
Anyway, the Doctor brings with him another Doctor and their delightful daughter, not yet in possession of academic awards, but bright enough not to have forgotten she knows everything and still asks why ... she'll probably comply eventually with cultural norms and adapt and forget the weird stuff not required to progress in this time and place ... though there's still hope, since her parents embrace Anthropology, a soft science subject which often throws up Shamans ... they go native whilst studying with ignorant backward savages ... in Empire times smart Christians taught them about the Jesus story, often violently. .. a serious error obviously!
Time is speeding up, according to physics and certainly for older folks with most of our future behind us now ... we have the chance to story our life looking backwards, since it happened ... though unless we kept a diary all our life the history of us is not told then but now and how well we remember it depends on many things ... which is where selective amnesia may pay off; a chance to tell a better story, weeding out the weeds we don't wish to find in our garden ... sorry if this sounds flowery and weirdly enough this triggers a memory from a me from teenage years, when a rather bitter teacher judged this aspiring writer's writing "flowery" ... and not in a good way ....
Christmas Eve is upon us already and a clear sky promises a sight of the Sun appearing to rise after yesterday's gloomy rainy day ... all is illusion on this Earthly plane, all the world's a stage and in this individualistic age, on FB and in general, everyone wants to put themselves at the centre of everyone else's story ... imagine that! Chaos reigns, the internet is about to break under the weight of photos of our Christmas Dinners, our families if we are permitted to see them, sunrises, sunsets and so on sitting in huge databanks. .. stored for when the miners can sell them back to us ...
Time for breakfast and a walk before Dawn ... see you on the other side ...
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