An Attempt to Recollect Today's Contemplations

Well, I wasn't able to write down much of today's thoughts while thinking them, so I will try to remember those things that are resisting decompression:


This loathing is sprung from ignorance too soon forgotten;
(from comprehension of facts but no understanding; from learning to learn and learning that it will lead to more learning [which is a satisfying thing in itself, but hard to swallow the ends of]).


Oh don't fly away, you
Don't crash once

Oh No
Twice

Now Three times
And I am slipping on my lumberjack socks
And now I've been bruised on the stairs

Blast your free will
And blast your realization that dreams can
be realized and then realized and realized etc. forever
Why can an inanimate object

Get more airtime than me?
Ouch.


Off the coast of Africa, towards the coast of South America...


Let's turn this place into a pizzeria!


What does it mean to be human, then? Do I want to be human? What I've heard about them is not too flattering, not emulatable in my view. At least always. But then if I am one, why not try for the always? and if I'm not, why not try for removing myself from their insane scenes?


If you bump into someone twice it means something.


I love the lake effect winds. You can hear them drawing breath before actually blowing, and even if their exhalations seem embittered, they're more human than any other winds I've felt anywhere. Except on a rainy day in Utah and a similar day in Point Reyes. But the lake effect winds are like old friends, always there to blow on me, bringing lovely snow.


The snow is flurrying now; that's a good omen. Not that I necessarily mark m-omen-tous occasions.


Right now it would be lovely to transpose everything to music - accurately transliterate innermost workings into sound. Would I sound Classical or Bluesish or like Rock'n'Roll or like Arabic chanting or Byzantine chorales or Japanese dissonance? It's a dangerous idea, at least so it appears to me right now. Dangerous in that instead of language divisions or boundaries, we'd sing a universal language. Then everyone just might be too harmonious for ears to handle.