Another dark tea time of the soul….
I have been sick for 36 hours with diarrhea, unable to eat, and the only thing I’ve been able to sit on is a porcelain throne.
But that’s not the bad part.
The worse of it is that being idle allows mind to do painful, thoughtful examinations of myself, going through an autopsy while the stiff on the table is you….
I’ve this so many times, and the autopsy reports are never the same.
Well, there are a few consistently true things:
That I’m a Voyager probe with the Sol system behind them, where humanity being human, we may never see with our own naked eyes.
Gnosticism is indeed a painful lonely path that only lunatics gladly tread.
And that I’m apparantly alive.
But if I were raised Christian, I hope I would choose the lunatics path, because that’s where the real answers are.
Heaven and hell does not ‘fit’, so I will not wear it.
I’m left with my curiosity to keep me true, and what my father said that dwells within me ‘inner steel’.
Well, at least it’s an interesting life….?
Liferaft in the Abyss 