“Every time I take a look inside that old and fabled book,
I’m blinded and reminded of the pain caused by some old man in the sky.
Marijuana, LSD, Psilocybin, and DMT
They all changed the way I see
But love’s the only thing that ever saved my life.”
– Sturgill Simpson, “Turtles All the Way Down”
I didn’t really do a lot of reading yesterday, so nothing really to show on that front. I did my normal morning reflections but neither one really stood out to me. That isn’t to say that there wasn’t wisdom or value in those words, I just wasn’t able (or willing?) to absorb them. I firmly believe that there is wisdom and value in everything. Every book, every film, every song, every flower, every experience… and failure to find value or wisdom is a reflection of my own faults and weaknesses. They have value, even if I can’t or won’t see it.
Damn. That paragraph turned into a bit of a bummer. I may not subscribe to the MBMBaM Live Show rule of “No Bummers” but I try to keep things optimistic.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning. I’m not normally up that early but my partner had the opening shift and since our bed is in our living room (Thanks, Florence!) it just makes sense to get up with her. Besides, the healthiest times of my life all involved waking up early. I may hate waking up, but I love mornings. I don’t want to say that mornings are my “favorite” time of the day because each day is so different, but it is certainly the most consistently positive (after I have coffee and am no longer a grumpyface).
I actually woke up around 4am again because my cat started attacking my feet. Maybe they were moving under the covers because of weird dream I had. The world was post-apocalyptic because an EMT knocked out all the electronics in the world. I lived with my brothers in a town called “23rd Street” and I was riding on a bus that was driven by Clay Morrow. I think I was trying to buy car parts or someone stole my watch or something. The details are a bit fuzzy.
Anyway, it seems random to me (except the name of the city, I grew up on 23rd Street in Gresham) but I’m sure I could extract some meaning from it. I’ve heard that in dreams you should see each person and element as a part of yourself. I’m sure I could find some symbolism from the bus, the city, my brothers (and the lack of my sister or partner), Clay Morrow, the watch, and living in a post-apocalyptic world. Now, whether my subconscious manifested those symbols trying to tell me something or I just attached meeting post somnium to randomness is a mystery.
Am I the only one that likes throwing in random Latin into my writing? I don’t actually know Latin or if what I write makes sense but I enjoy it. Maybe it is because I read some old books and everyone used Latin or French or German or Greek or Italian in their English writings because the reader actually understood. Now I kind of want to learn Latin…
<Googles ‘Free Latin Courses Online’>
Oh, yesterday I played D&D and was on a Nat20 hot streak. Which was good, because I was basically in a fighting pit the entire time battling gladiators. I’ve still got one more battle ahead of me but I finally came face-to-face with the last known person to own/see my sister. He wants to have a talk and it is going to take all my strength and focus on Io to keep from entering a rage and beating him with my weapon.
I also made a lot of money… which is good. I spent a lot recently for information and I’m still trying to revive a new religion. Building temples isn’t cheap. I also may need some money to adopt/hire a couple of orphans to help me with my research into Io and things worked in the past. They are going to need some training but it’ll be nice to have someone to serve an an apprentice that can take over the church someday when I die.
Alright, on to the work day before Hurricane Michael knocks out my power.
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Also, I wrote a book about a cross-country bicycle ride I did!
“Wandering Oak: A Rite of Passage”