May 11, 2019
You know perfectly well perfectly well you know. In the interim one finds a need for time to be rendered silent. All goes round in a vast array of concentric circles looking for a model of the universe that won't fall apart. The design invariably collapses like the walkway in Kansas. One doesn't expect it. One dances to a pleasant tune, smiling, affable to all of the world, until the sky falls, and all is silent, staring in numb disbelief that you bought into a paradigm that wouldn't budge for adjustments. We seek to be killed pleasantly by our paradigms.