Maintain

Perspective is the essence of life.   

I grieve for those who haven't had the privilege of a proper perspective.

 It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

sticky passages

I left in a hurry.  I walked out the door face first into a spider web.  I couldn't figure out how the door opening didn't break the web.  I had to commit thought to the how's, why's and what for's. I'm still wrestling with it.  Tricky spider and her riddles.

 It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

what's the matter

Spider hung out in the corner eating bug soup. When I finish I'll toss it to the broom. Do you use a spoon or a straw spider? Don't bother me with your foolish questions. talking to the ceiling every night, is what should concern you. Talking spiders are as common as cobwebs and corners.  A talking ceiling is rare.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Act 1: spider silk travail

Lights seem brighter.   Nausea happens slowly as a thought, turning into an inescapable passage.  Like the motion of the galactic spiral is quickened and detectable.  Slowed down and sped up.  Sounds become pain.  Smells distort. Taste unrecognizable.  After going through this several times resolve is cemented.  Endurance no longer infinite, but timed and controlled.

That song kept playing.  The memories it conjures of a life never lived.  The once happier time, the loss seemed real.  Being an audience to life is an artists excuse.  Being an audience to one's own life is an art.  To stand and give yourself an ovation, while taking a bow. 


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96