i'm not sure if there is such a thing as "destiny". though, with my track record, it seems like i have lived like there is. such beliefs are the antidote to Pragmatism, of which i suffer, as well. instead, since things are not always so profound, maybe they're more like "synapses". little brief jolts that unite impulses, all of these little coincidences and conjunctions and maybe even convulsions. i had to look up the definition: ...so i guess it means the space between. ...or "getting the ball rolling." i admit to being pretty "spaced", for some months... but those spaces are closing back down, and sparks are flying. odd coincidences are going on, too. last weekend, after i summoned up my artistic shadow, i went back to the gallery to take the painting home. spent an hour talking with the "docent"--which is an unflattering term for an articulate, charming woman. breezing in on dark asphalt runways back to town, early this morning, i stopped by the empty post office to check on the mail. maybe i'm supposed to know this. i do, now. it's momentum. purpose. direction... in many directions. |
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