In a flurry of oddities that may seem normal in these times of seemingly infinite suppositions and their consequences, we find ourselves lost in a morass of choices that are tied to one another by one mutual aspect. Namely, not one of them is really a reasonable alternative to our current self-destructive manifesto. Perhaps in our zealousness to engage some kind of control of a situation that has no predictable outcome, there has been an abandonment of our ability to properly assess our worldly experience. The flashing lights and color bedazzling our befuddled gray matter these days may not allow for much original thinking, but as we begin to choke down more and more of our own tail, a growing sobriety will surely occur. Whether we awaken before this point is somewhat moot, as the natural unfolding of the universe does not make exceptions for the best intentions, sincere or otherwise.
