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The Old (ld) Testament is currently repeating on me. Four week cycle approximately. I had a good Friday. On Saturday I got a bit pushy. Started playing with cars. Got within eleven centimeters of getting hit. Not bad really. Got a nice skid effect uncertainty with a nice wet road. Then we worked out a thorough understanding of why the issue of others becomes problematical. Or rather telling them the truth.
Got back to the Hospital and wrote myself a little note. I little contextual meme. Designed to go off at just the right time. A little note to self which would meander through the day allowing me to learn something. On that day I met a friend in town to the strains of Iron Maiden's "The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner". Which on occasion has instilled a mood on me. Then I saw Tom Courtney repeat some very specific words. Words of my own from the night before. Back to me, as I sat in the cinema.
A superb film. Teaching the children how to read. Not books. Symbols. Give any child who has seen it a deck of Tarot cards and they'll probably be able to do what I can do. Not that it matters. There's only three children and five people in the world. Everything else returns void.
The meme exploded when I got back to my place. A singular subjective experience which transcended reality. Forces. Feelings. Things worked out the day before. Things the others would not accept as real. Things I can only accept because I once chose to be ignorant and still hide them away in public. I used to smoke in public to help me hide it. Then that stopped. Now I smoke in private and get my message across. But then in the right mind throwing a tin in the bin can have the right effect. So what I think is the only thing which is important.
I'm ever so uncertain about who's there so I get cautious. And rarely say what I mean to say. Sometimes in my dreams I write my past. Sometimes my future. Sometimes the now. Then I manipulate the stuff and it happens. Then the patterns become apparent.
Tomorrow I'll be born again. Wonder what you'll expect me to be? Soon it will not matter. Things will change.