Yes, Virginia, there is a solution

March 29

Yes, Virginia there is a solution

Suspended in the colloid of sobriety the overly large molecule, which is me, finds a fix I couldn’t imagine.  I can get better, I do get better, I have a set of values to substitute into the old equations.  I now live in a mixture where there is one thing in common and all the rest are variants which ordinarily don’t mix.  The scientific method is entry to homogenous living; a concept that never made it to the table in my days as a rogue element.  And with all this on board, the thing I love the best is that it grows; what I can do and how I can do it is an ever widening frame of reference, even things which were once outside of my view are now possible.  I am grateful that there is a solution; I am amazed that it is the solution to everything.

Rethink awkward restriction

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CRAZY

I try on crazy
The way I sometimes get out the jump rope
And see if all those muscles still work.

The unemployed, unexploited
Fallow nature of my once fertile insanity
Saddens me in an odd way

Today is a place
I stand in stiff comfort
Even though it has taken concerted effort to get here

There are days I slip from reality
The way I can slip off a chair
I no longer allow myself to lounge on the floor

Pride is not so much the issue as hygiene
Crazy is bad for my health
I gave it up like cigarettes or romance novels

I don't have enough time
Or insurance for these dalliances
Though I do remember them all with fondness