how to take theory, words, and too many conflicting and binding thoughts and synthesize a better path of active, applied, and fulfilling presence. impossible to describe the mechanics of failure.
short-timing. again. trying to figure out the next time I can get together with Loki again. looks like it will be a long spring again, unless I get the disposable income to fly him to Helsinki for a week. lunch with Freyr, who is now working at DeCode Genetics managing Data Mining development activities.
fading dayLight follows the wind, but the wind doesn’t seem to drain from the heavens. it creates itself again and again in each moment and in each place, varying itself in the chaos of becoming to fill space with an overall directed movement, whoosh! to be a cloud.
and darkness arrives, stilling the wind for awhile, but not for ever. rain begins, adds to the intrigue. making the wind work for carrying the extra burden. and wetting everything more or less.
such a contrast with the wind and rain in the desert. where nothing gets wet, the dryness adsorbs everything except the flash-flood down-pouring where everything is awash. and the wind only insults the skin by reminding one that dessication is the ultimate death. dry and lonesome. no moldering, just dynastic mummification, leathering skin, a gradual process that actually begins before the soul departs the body, long before. while blood still throbs along. the anti-humidity sucking life through every pore. Osiris osmosis.