So strange.

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A mix, of breeds, natures, and more.  Often a mixture becomes it's own thing.  Sometimes, in this case at this time, it is two things at once, two different, contrary, things.

My mind is alive, well, curious, and troublesome.  It crafts thought, pushes notions, crunches numbers, steps on toes, and runs to or away from danger depending on mood or want.

My body, however, is accidentally transcendental.  It cannot find it's way to the world of flesh.  It doesn't know what to do, how to do it, how to start.  The mind tries to give it clues, or directions, but the body cannot grasp.

I'm not really sure what to do about it.  I have tried just going ahead with things.  I simply find myself lost and back to one chair or other.  I have attempted to adjust food.  I have done a number of things, both mechanical and mental, to no success.  At least, as I told foam, it isn't illness.  There is no pain.  I am comfortably numb and then some.  Life is good it just isn't going anywhere fast. 

I suppose, sometimes, it is simply God's will, or the equivalent.  If you can't change it, you can't find a way out, if it isn't too painful, I suppose you, or I in this case, should just enjoy it?  Yes.  At least until I can figure it out.  I don't think this is something that can be figured out though.  It either is, or isn't, as with sunshine, rain, or such.

I'll write about dreams later.  For now, just... later.  Have a good day.