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Sometimes the darkness or light, or mix, comes in daydreams or simply in conscious thought. An invasion so intimate I can do no more than manage. Setting some things, at some times, aside is not possible. Odd dreams lately, but the last few days, eating more and more of my time, another set of considerations. Perhaps because I realize the times are very close, as possibilities, again.
Many, I do believe, mostly males, are about to learn what I see. Yes, welcome to the family.
I suspect, for the better among them, they will eventually understand that allies and enemies both are to be favored over those who are unwilling or incapable. It's ugly but a truth.
It won't be, fully, just men. If there are no, or too few men (or men left), then women will have no choice. The cost for losing, for women, will be much higher.
And, when it is done, if you have risen through the ranks in reality if not by some political or social thing, and have become a master? Whether you wish it or not, you will be alone. Finding others like you is risky, and... doesn't work. And yet those who aren't like you are more foreign than nationality or language difference could account. If you, as I, have learned to accept and live well with it, that won't be an issue. But getting to that point is just as dangerous as any war.
You will learn to live with the living and the dead, with your and their good and evil, and just how things go no matter how you try. Until the end of your days these things will remind you, at their whim, just what you, others, and the world is... or... a few takes on that anyway.
Yes... on the mind. I won't be involved unless given no choice, or really, having no better options. A rare thing, for one who can see, but not unheard of, especially if the seer is partially, or occasionally, lame. Yes, boys and girls, keep your eyes open, your head on a swivel, your ass in a slingshot, and your ears on alert. Foreign isn't the only threat, and any time might be the time.
Oh, but... have a wonderful day. Especially if it means getting off my porch to do it. Don't you have work to do? Scoot!
Phfft .. I'll get off your porch when im good and ready :-) the only thing i have left to do is to hit the sack :-)
ReplyDeleteSee? Now THAT is friendship. Taking no scat off even the mad bull moose!
ReplyDeleteHitting the sack, aye? One of my favored chores. Sleep with the songs of saints and angels. Let that send you, but bring you back.
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ReplyDeleteA response? While the response is quite accurate, in one sense, the notions involved with a possible response of this sort hadn't been, on my part, anything but a side issue. Someone may have seen this post (the one I am replying in) and another as pairs. Or they might have been responding. But an interested party, a joker, a spoiler, a ruinator, a wishful other party? I just don't know. All I do know is the response was rather sophisticated.
More? This potential response post, until I saw it and looked it over... realizing what it might be... it had no labels. (I have since added labels. Why no labels? Sometimes I hide stuff, for personal reasons. Perhaps, back then, I forgot, or wasn't in the habit? Not sure.) It would have either been a heck of a research project to find it in the pile, a well organized knowledge of my posts, or some serious luck. Actually... I'm not sure the potential participant is that sophisticated, though... I could be wrong. Sometimes it isn't sophistication, but interest, that can drive... a mind. However, corollaries to that potential participant certainly might be that sophisticated as well. The force is strong with some, more so than I once would have thought, especially in concert. And they do concert.
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Note to self.