I haven't written very frequently lately, either because I lack motivation or inspiration.. I can do always do random, but that tends to read like phoenician or egyptian; it might as well by hyroglyphs or crows feet (sumarian?) I like to write and be elegant and fluid, for thoughts and words to flow the way nature does- though you may be surprised by the transitions nature can present, it is altogether logical, smooth, precise, and ultimately grand and seemless.
I am fond of grand ideas, but I leave those to men of grand action- those who posess the fortitude to see them through. I am more fond of correlations and symmetry and the peculiar (i.e. I read today that Einstein's brain size was actually smaller than average- though his parietal lobes were 15% wider possesed a rare pattern of ridges and grooves; also he had a knob in his motor cortex most often associated with musical aptitude).
So... the world is on fire, consumed by a fever, it has been set ablaze. To sit and watch it burn provides no satisfaction. Everyone works and quarrels to uncover the one(s) to have set the spark, or doused us in accelerant. But no one runs for water. There are no buckets at the ready, and the brigade squabbles over promotions in front of the Supreme Court. Crazy how in but a few years everything changes- though we seem to be consumed by ourselves all the same, its amazing that with so many people being so confident that they predicted the current crises, no one manged to complete a plan of action for when it hit.
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