A call.

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My friend.  He had his phone on mute yet received many calls today.  I don't think he could tell who all called, so I think he was checking.  No worries there, not here.  While I didn't call, I was thinking about tomorrow, yesterday in a few days, and shooting or hiking, here, or there, or... somewhere.  I think I wrote about it, if I never can be sure when a thought made it here or otherwise.  In any case, he believes a bit of shooting tomorrow sounds like a plan to keep.  I will pick up a couple more boxes of 9 mm while in town.  I'm going through the stuff as if I knew what I was doing.

Yes, floaty, lately.  Pushing allows me to divest of flesh, remembering the lives I used to lead when I am in a better condition, and putting those things into some sort of order.  Traveling into death, and back, changes a man.  Going there on a regular basis, and visiting the borderlands often, fundamentally changes the nature of the structure of what, perhaps even who, I am.  Perhaps even changing who I was.  Some things cannot be reckoned quite at this time.  Science can't go where it can't test and religion is run by men who are afraid of that dark, who avoid looking around some corners.  True, there is a cat around that corner, for the mice that are men, all men really.  But the cat isn't as mechanical, or simple, as some may believe.  Once you have been soundly introduced to the cat, and know it's claws and teeth well enough, you understand there is no need for fear.  But you can't tell the uninitiated any such thing.  They cling to their fear as they do to their lives.  It won't help them, whether the cat comes to play or do what they think is it's job.  True, most men only see that beast once, up close, and in person.  Perhaps I have become a bit... blase about the notion.

I must either seem a truly odd creature, a funny sort of storyman, a madman, or someone lost.  And while each has it's place, when the wind howls, the lightening strikes, and all you know is gone, perhaps you will remember a tale or two.  Perhaps you will see, in fear, that there truly is nothing to fear.  Even if what I write is just a collection of entertaining words.  Still, the hope, regardless of the nature of my writing, is that you pass on what you know and into Wisdom.  The rest is... just a mild pursuit for you, and me, I suppose.  That will work for now.  Just remember, when you hear the cat at your little mouse door, that I have indeed been in your shoes.  It isn't the cat you must fear.  It is the fear you must fear.  None of it is up to do, save what you choose to do, or not.

Yeah, it has been a slow day.  Neither awake nor asleep, resting.  Tired and a bit sore.  Satisfied with it, as with a decent meal.  It's been a while since I could work myself into this condition and still plan for more.  Hmm... seems like the girls are hungry.  Even to them, from time to time, I am a ghost.  Just... not at dinner time!  You never can tell until you have no choice?  Later.