We’re so over stimulated in the 21st Century I think it’s actually near impossible to say
anything anymore without falling short or reaching too high, I’ve succeeded at doing both
here. There are gradients of “art” excellence, and the highest form takes years of pushing
the boundaries, of walking dark dangerous dogged hours of real and metaphorical streets
alone to knock around with other sorts who aim to explore on related levels into the wee
hours of the night, to get to the point of transcending civilization’s far slower ascending
curve of insight and possibility. A few try ….and the rest just bounce around inside the
terrarium looking for sustenance, escape, and things to do with our hands and thoughts.
In trying to celebrate that in another, I probably just came across as suck-ass fan-boy.
So much easier to just nod and burp. My li’l brother figured that out decades ago.
…so be it …………….doink … ripple, ripple, ripple……………..
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“I saw only the noble earth on which I was born, with the great Star which warms and enlightens it. I saw
the clouds that hang their significant drapery over us. It was Day — that was all Heaven said.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson (April 11, 1832)
