have been keeping me informed of all that is, was, would be, should be, will be, possibly could be, happening. The world is a map replete with messy pockets, teaming with noise, nature going up in flames, smoke, heat, and tears, rockets falling from the sky, deafened ears, machine guns running amok in the hands of brutally desensitized kids, armies clashing with lethally inflated gorilla groups, wild insurgencies, innocents falling left and rights, from RD Congo to Mexico, from Somalia to India, from Gaza to California...
Meanwhile, the G20 representatives are meeting, with growing members pushing for bigger roles and shoes, discussing larger than life topics such as macro-economic transparency, strengthening and revamping of the existing financial global systems, actions and plans to redress the situation, save the day from the looming tumorous shadow of an expanding recession, which even Dubai can no longer deny.
How many times did I hear the word recession? Add to it 'bailout,' and, that shady 'hedge-funds.' The song is sticking to my head, drilled in by oozing-with-confidence economists, zealous worshipers of Capitalism's Free Stirring Hand, preachers of Utopian societies blessed with ever-lasting growth, pretending to know what is going on, when in fact it is most incessant clatter.
Anyway, I'm busily busy, looking for an angle into one of the stories I once began and have yet to finish, and it feels like wrestling with a slippery elephant. I'm also reading, fiction mind you, and good stuff too. Reading is medicine against dullness, intellectual indolence, helpless acquiescence, and most of all, that most horrible of conditions, rigidity of opinion.
Of course, just like with everything ingested, there are side-effects; in this case, the surfacing of unexpected ideas and concepts, dramatically altered viewpoints, loss of balance, chaos, which, when all is said and considered, might just be exactly what is needed.
But don't take my word for it, grab a book, read a line, a paragraph, a page, a chapter, or even the whole thing, from cover to cover, and see for yourself. Then, if you feel like it, let me know how it all went for you.
Until then, I wish to declare Venus missing, gone on hiatus, and I don't have a clue as for where she might be. The last thing I heard was that she was seen with stiff Capricorn. It appears that she must have made a move while I was hanging out with Saturn, or, arguing with Mercury who's been into total nonsense lately -and you know how much I can't stand that.
Otherwise, all is well, in this messiest of worlds we have inherited.
Be well, and like that popular series of books says, don't fret about the small stuff.
A bleeping thing somewhere within unfathomable vastness
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