Plays on the phone right now as I was more thinking along the lines of, “Before you were born, I knew your name” There you have it, folks, the flight of the bumblebee, the condor juxtaposed (Note our animal kingdom references all reference humans).

No sooner does one dream rise up in place than another almost simultaneously forms behind it. You look up to realize your path crossed another; you tripped on a memory to remember it face to face. What comes along with it is a tart resonance of its happening, not the sting. You realize where it fits in the file & you can lay it to rest at last.

Time passes or passes for something like passing. It seems not much is happening personally, but much of our futures need to be reclaimed from the clutches of those who think they know best for us. The Galactics clear out their own, but we’re responsible for the morons who tripped along after them down the evil path declaring they are human. Instead, folks must count their fingers after putting their hands over their eyes.

You might say I’m reaching that level where I mocked elders for being as a youngster. I assured them they could work the tech if they just followed a procedure. The flaw was without understanding of it, the procedure itself made no sense to them & could not be followed in that frame of mind. Now I’m ready to cut off inventions at cars & washing machines…

This Life Review I find myself in, this midnight ramble through a jungled imagination just activates the now even more. Vagabonds like me hop along & pop up here & there as sassy observers who hardly even take it seriously enough to participate.

This too shall pass.