alas, the great empirical formula of the chemical we like to call "seretonin" has graced me beautifully tonight. all sorts of terrific thoughts are wondering through my head at the moment. events occured to me through the vines and willows that never occured before, although they could have and might have and wanted to. nonetheless, their day is to come. i can say that i sat, complacid with all that was elegantly balanced around me, and dreamed the wildest and most vivd of dreams. narwhals (yes, actual pale-white, silky, beautiful narwhals) were swimming rapidly through winding glass tubes through the crystal-navy ocean.
and then came terror.
these tubes were a great vacuum.
but fear not, my narwhal children.
for you are re-visiting a place called childhood.
childhood is where te mind returns whenever we discern the dullness of modern life.
we quiver.
we are vulnerable. we are more raw than a freshly-speared fish, as gruesome a comparison that may be. our omnipresent being has deterred and shown itself from the inside for the world to see. it's availble for all to see. it panics and dashes around.
I sang and everything was better. Much better. The sage cast upon me a blanket of protection. no one was out to get me. no one would harm me.
this i knew for certain and for sure
