Too Early

Thoughts whirl by in a blur. Every now and then one slows enough to come into focus. Synapse and off it goes, replaced by a tangential thought that arrives amoeba style. Morning becomes confusion.
Coffee. The rocket fuel of the Age of Enlightenment. Stimulus for focusing.
Forgotten, though, is the original intent amid the flurry of offspring.
Perhaps more stimulation, adjusting the chemicals in the brain, will bring clarity of thought, lucidity.
Such is the intent of the junkie. Lucidity and the warm embrace of security and peace. Opiates especially, provide this motherly illusion with dynamic physical certainty. Oxycontin, a synthetic opiate, has created more than one Oxymoron searching for security, peace, and happiness.
Too early for linear thought.
Gushing oil
Billowing clouds
Under water
In a blue sky
Vicious brutality
Delicate webs of sound
Over

Showering Thoughts

Washing my hair in the shower and close my eyes. I see a bright white rough edged disc with a thin but vivid orange edge to it. Oh boy! I think, It's the light at the end of the tunnel!

While reveling in my good fortune the disc separates into two, a smaller one over larger one but not as large as the original. Oh no!, I think, It's the train!

Being a devout procrastinator, my first thought is of my heirs arriving at my apartment and being horrified at the mess. All but my youngest who shares my relaxed sense of order.

Then, happily, the lights merge again to one again with less of an edge and I am pleased with how unusual it all is.

I finish my shower, grease my pits, brush my hair and tooth, and get dressed. Keeping on the balls of my feet, using my peripheral vision I exit to my day in the world. Bon chance!

dogsbody

Funny to run across this word today as I search for any job, menial or otherwise. It's Brit slang for a drudge (maybe even Matt) or menial worker.

I was reading an essay I found on aldaily.com called,
What Did Jesus Do?
Reading and unreading the Gospels.
by Adam Gopnik

Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2010/05/24/100524crat_atlarge_gopnik?currentPage=all#ixzz0oVigce64

and while explaining that the original Greek word that has been translated as a Carpenter and could have meant a day laborer, the author used the word dogsbody. Naturally I had to look it up so I Googled it and went to http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/dogsbody and after the page loaded was presented with pet ads, the first one being for pet insurance. Wonderful! Then a drug ad and after that a Iams dog food ad to help canine digestive systems with Iams PreBiotic Dog Food. Si mama, con Iams!

Quite a chuckleful day, all in all. The birds are fighting over nesting areas and partners. Very aggressive. While much quieter than a cat fight, birds are serious fighters, rolling on the ground, flapping wings, holding their adversary with feet while pecking like mad at whichever part of the body is exposed. A good analogy to a marriage spat. All is fair it seems, as long as you win.

Anyway, I saw Jesus today. He looks a lot like Joe O. (you may not know him) but darker skinned and has a voice like Truman Capote. Sweet guy really but likes to stick his nose (a good sized one BTW) in everybody's business.

Energy Transformation and detection

Energy is all around us. Kinetic, Frenetic, most happy, too sad, friendly, dangerous, creative, destructive. I can feel it, Dave. Synapse pop at the familiar phrase. Images appear along with sound no one else can see or hear. Still real within although outside the realm our 3 dimensional senses providing evidence of a fourth sense I call Wendy (because I can).

Wendy responds to the energy vibrations outside those perceived by sight, sound, touch (except in massive bursts, like when you get home to your hungry pet whose excitement at being feed at last is palpable to the sense of touch). The silent transfer of energy from one generator to another which in the case of you hungry pet, Wendy perceives as, "It's about time you selfish wad!" in the case of cats and, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" with the majority of dogs although there are a few inbred breeds that will quickly go for the throat to satisfy their needs for nutrition.

I suppose you could place Wendy as a subset to the sense of touch or even all three, but Wendy perceives beyond the limits of these. Wendy perceives the danger around the corner enabling you to go the other way, alert for an assault from the rear.

One of the major tenets of Physics is that energy cannot be destroyed, only transformed. This how the M Theory becomes convenient to those fearing death. Death as we know it is the failure of the vessel carrying our energy and I postulate that that energy released from the bounds of the body transforms to another of the 11 dimensions. The possibility of the energy having access to all dimensions seems as reasonable as any of the rest of this ramblin', ramblin', ram-bah-linnnnnnnn, outburst.
I further postulate that the vibration of the energy determines the dimension within which it is discernible. The conveniently accounts for those shadows seen on the periphery of vision, flitting by,

Of course, it could be the onset of a migraine