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Routine can be the secret of life….or the kiss of death.

The moment comes, as it always does. A seemingly random point when everything shifts just so and gives you that perfectly clear view. Only it’s not random. It’s meant to be. And it’s….beautiful. It’s everything around it that’s confusing.

Craquelure

Japanese irezumi

Life is a calculated gamble. Sometimes, so is death.

"So can we trust her?"
"Can we afford not to?"
"What if she can't pull it
off?"
"She's pretty damn smart."
"Second in her class at
Columbia."
"She got all As until her
last semester. Then got
a C in one course."
"The course was
Twentieth-Century Art
History."

This is a true story. Except for the parts that aren’t.

The secret to life was learning how to zig when the rest of the world zags. Otherwise, what’s the point of it all?

She noticed a woman do a double take, then stare for a moment. Everyone thought they were surreptitious when they did things like that. There was always someone watching.

Tennyson's words

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark.

Sermon by Henry Scott Holland 1910

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you.

People are often blind to their motives, especially when pursuing their own goals.
Everyone has their own agenda.

Poetry On Death by Percy Bysshe Shelley

When all that we know, or feel, or see, shall pass like an unreal mystery

Charlotte's Web After all, what's a life anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. It wasn't Shakespearean in its eloquence, but upon reflection, she decided it was a pretty good summation of things.

cerulean equanimity beguiling

Now, you're just a stranger, who knows, all my secrets. Sharing a secret whispers in the dark dark honesty and trust, twin terrors, slowly evolving (now glue) without them the world comes apart.

Excerpt from one of the books on the shelf. Leaves of grass by Walt Whitney Not I, not anyone else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself, It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere. In the margin, Our life's journey is our own, but wouldn't ot be better with someone by your side?

Peripheral oscillopsia

Preternaturally attuned to the natural world

Or was it the coming darkness, deepening the shadows?……driving through the lowland of darkening fields and forest.

Now the bone-chilling reality had destroyed the unfettered naïveté and free spirits. That much was evident in their haunted eyes.

So more vocabulary: Rubicon, tupelo, brackish, myriad, salacious, macabre, caprice, elucidated,
vitriol, pious, and piety

And for the next few moments, the world, with all its sordid, painful problems, melted away.

Starting chapter 23. Want to introduce some vocabulary: mercurial, irascible, epicurean, innocuous, loblolly, crescendo, and pseudosophistication

Like the hard bound book jacket. It catches the eye. And for the sensory, you can feel the rain drops.

Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is

Things are always connected — when it suits us.

Isolated malcontents

In the heat of the action people have a tendency to overreact, that’s all

A tiny, almost invisible crack. Where all the darkness gets out.

Our spontaneous reactions are rarely our proudest moments. It’s said that a person’s first thought is the most honest, but that often isn’t true. It’s often just the most stupid. Why else would we have afterthought.