Starting Over, At The End Of The Line

Take me to the pilot.

The panorama of life holds everything. There’s nothing, then there’s everything. There’s zero to a hundred and everything in between. Nutty to try and control it. I call all the watershed moments in my life, bookmarks, touch-points on a journey. If I deliberately try to go backwards or forwards I get stumped. I feel isolated and withdrawn.

Conventional wisdom would have us believe that we are in control. Or supposed to be. Or the entity, or the deity. Too heavy, can’t go there. That’s where trouble starts.

My mother used to say, “God helps those that help themselves.” What the hell is that supposed to mean? Does he want the job or not? So the conundrum still exists, Is I is, or is I ain’t?”



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