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Maybe that's a metaphor... maybe not. I feel like I've somehow been pushed back to the precipice that is a permanent feature of my metaphorical landscape. I have an urge to turn and dive in. But I won't. I've been here a time or two and I know the drill. I'll remember an old trick that works or find a new one.
To any new members who may be reading this... don't be discouraged by my experiences. This is not your future. I've been at odds with life since I was four years old. I've basically tried to go along and get along with my species and its societies and behavior while hoping for a next step in evolution that never seems to come. I'm sure there is a Hendrix song that describes this much better than I can ![]() |
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Thanks for sharing your wisdom, George H. Yes winter can certain encourage one to turn inward... sometimes a little too far inward. It's something we all must be mindful of. I wish you well...
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