Man, dark night is for the focus; morning light brings clarity and reason to expand upon the thoughts. Of course we’re living many lives as one simultaneously; or then again, one live simultaneously moving in different directions. The only problem I had is with the time recorded; the past is historically measured, but then again, let’s just forget about time for a moment. Time can be played with: how about that minute some folks took away each year–gone with just a calculated whim. Or leap year when a year is a day longer. It’s just a measure, forget it.
Thinking paths we take, imagining silver snail trails left behind us as we move through spaces. Time lapse photos, holding the shutter open on the nightlit action of I-95. Streaks of light that record past, present, future all in one; a car is here, here, here, here, then here, proven by a single shot.
I’m sleeping less these past few months, living more within the awareness of where this one thread of living leads me. I came into the room, sat down and pulled out the laptop and started typing this. At least in this thread that’s what happened. In another, I went to bed. But sleep is where I am aware of maybe another major path. Maybe I’m in bed with Willie.
So CT/AZ may not be such a big decision after all, since either way I’m there and all I need to choose is the awareness of which thread I’m picking up. Uh-oh, what about a choice that needs two separate entities, like spouse and I? What happens then? Have to worry this one out a bit.
Maybe I should go to bed. You know, check with what’s going on in that particular life journey. Heh-heh-heh.
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