13 February 2009

Leaning the other way

Today I had planned on railing against logic but, instead, I shall lean the other way, having doubts about my own: in understanding that I may be the only one who thinks the way I do- who reasons the way I do- I have decided that, according to the common logic, I must be wrong. So now, having to rebuild the mental algorithms and synapses of the brain, I digress into mental oblivion: a wasteland of lucidity and doubt.

So the other way shall we. I stayed at my parents' last night, coming home to a powerless home (man, the analogies never cease!), I wanted coffee and was in no position to fulfill my desires (shaking my head). I stepped outside to smoke around 10 or 11 and while sitting on the back steps I was frightened when an owl glided from a set of trees the border the property up to the peak of roof that runs the depth of the garage. I should not have been startled, having planned for his arrival-the hoots had continued for some time- but the stealth of the owl never fails to surprise: ninjas of the night sky. Shall I take it as omen? Or shall I simply, as the Beatles sang, "let it be." I shall break the chain of events to let you know that this isn't the first time this has happened to me in exactly the same spot, also I have been stared down, in this exact location, by a peregrine falcon who had made its way to an antanae located above the same peak. But I can't let anything be, it is not in my nature. If ever there was a chance to go internal with a sledghammer, I would take it. Archaeology of the self is not nearly as delicate as dealing with dwindling carbon. So I took the bait- again I am a sucker for that line and reel- and decided to look up several omens and dream interpretations. So here is the owl (its application has limited value):

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