there was a dream i had. in this dream, all sentient beings of the world were rocks and the wholeness that is was the polisher in which they jounced, in which they bounced, in which they often collided. the rocks, if rocks could think, would probably say the world was a harmful, hurtful, utterly lost and cruel place, wouldn’t they? but all rocks come out of the polisher as gems, don’t they?

archival.

i’m considering adding forums here. just a thought for the time being. i’d not want to do it until i can find a way to link them natively to the blog (register to the blog, you’re auto-registered at the forum). i’m getting tons of email and have finally reached the point at which even i cannot keep up (a first!!)… and it seems a forum would be a great way to let people talk together and contribute as time allows without having folks wonder if i’m just ignoring them. (i’m not. promise.) so… the thought is rattling around. that is […]

what kind of psychologically warped person must you be to think everything has to do with you? how twisted is it to act and react as if every action, regardless how trivial, is somehow intentionally, deliberately, and with malice and forethought, meant to reach you, meant to torment you, meant to hurt you?

interesting experience today. someone agreed to help me find my totem.

just woke up from one of the most amazing dreams i have ever had. vivid.

someone asked a question, i cannot say this is ‘the right answer’, but it is the one that rose to be given.

wowsah, what a day.

well. here it is. writing from work, i’m informed that my first client is lined up. fortunate, they seem to be starting me up easy… though in truth, they’re setting me in front of their most important client thusfar (investment in place) which is at once exciting and a little intimidating.

i often laughingly say to friends that the reason i do not get out more is that i cannot take the meanness that exists in the world.