And the sweating continues all around.
I am in possession of new information.
A revelation if you will.
I certainly feel better than I did.
And it seems that the world will complete its revolution on course and that what will be will be.
I also have much more realistic things to talk about... like the explosions in Madrid. All of those people had families and loved ones. I can hear them screaming. A Que Sera Sera seems violently unfair and patently ridiculous in that case. So many people dying. And for what?
I played Death once. Upon reflection I find that my performance was terribly shallow. Life means a great deal more to me now than it did then. This would be an awkward explanation for my current passions. All around.

Devotion like bones.
Tomorrow I will share a secret.
Or maybe I won't.
I just felt I should post something--as I've been rewriting the same post for awhile and just deleted it. But there is devotion like bones, and while fact distortion can rework the skin, bones are hard to break. They remain the same underneath.

And tomorrow.
I met the most gentle fellow yesterday. He smells nice as well. I mean, the guy takes the time to smell nice in the middle of the night. I'm not necessarily a fan of cologne but isn't that lovely? As I've mentioned, there is so little loveliness these days. It doesn't take much. A stroke of the cheek, some cologne when no one will notice... little things. And their worth is incalculable. Lovely.

I'll be back tomorrow.
I'm using the noggin today.