With the Equinox nigh, that which falls will tell the tale. In the age of A.C. (see previous posts on this blog) is it an omen that the date this Fall will be on A.C. 555? In Byzantine days of yore, Justinian the First fell from grace. As you know the writer is not so superstitiously bent. However, one does draw enjoyment from coincidence.
Jung read it as synchronicity. The world is connected as dendrites in your brain. The dimming of evening and morning illumination leads me to ever yearn more for the outside. My pacific morning coffee now held in my dark hand has invisible steam creating dew on my wrist.
Coolness factors in on the days as they warm and cool faster and more augmentedly. The rise and fall of the mercury almost wavelike. Soon will come those who have not read about Ferris in my posts. The numbers run in my head almost by memory. Please don’t pump that kin of pie. We all are aware of the misgivings of that pap being ingested.
Summer days faded into Autumn, cooling the air and stilting growth. Soon cooler days and moderate nights will bring colours in trees and the greys of Fall. Rain to feed through the winter, stores of nutrients awaiting the freeze. No languishing animals now: all filling their larders with winter food.
Should I too amass more to store? The filling of the pantry not high on my list: I prefer to minimize not maximize. Lest there be a shortage, I will go guerilla. Raid my neighbours and pilfer from the unaware. Preparation is in the mind of the expectant. My slithy toves abound in the ‘hood. I can get it if I need it.
I have but one cranium that I need to fill. That is my only desire. All other materiel’s can be gotten and forgotten too easily. That which resides inside is what is hard to find and retain. If education were a need, too many would be starving. The forgotten organ to be fed the pablum of the universe until its able to gnaw of larger bites of the steak of life.
Too many rely on the ubiquitous “they” for cognitive sustainability. Sustenance of not always nutritious. There must be a feeding of the frontal and parietal lobes as much as the pecs and lats. Read other than news, digest data and dossiers, glean from good reads, its not all a 24-hour news cycle.
Slip some sugar in the black today, Shirley, I like it French.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C.
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