There was an ancient wise man far up the mountain, past freezing rivers, steep cliffs, and deep chasms. The spiritual journey was described, by those few who returned, to be the hardest thing they had done in their lives, and the most profound. Imagine my surprise to find him dead.
Go on, let it all out.
How do you really feel anout this?
There’s no need to shout.
Ow. My feelings.
But.
Fine.
Look, let’s not get nasty.
Oh you want to go there? Well fine.
I was such a fool.
That wasn’t what I meant at all.
You win.
“Sir Richard?”
“Can’t ya see I’m busy? I have this model, I’m on my private beach and like twenty six of her closest and naked friends. We were gonna have a party”
“Yes sir. But you see Mr Branson, I’m from the World. We want you to fix it.”
“Bollocks.”
Too much is just enough. The way of audacity dictates that one must constantly push her or his limits to remain on at the crest of the wave. If your mind tells you “whoa, that shirt is too crazy,” then you’re probably at that perfect just right temperature of cool.
Driving into the desert. We’re heading to an old abandoned mine in Death Valley. There have been sightings of some thing out there, some reptilian thing. We’re going to debunk this thing. My expectation’s that it’s another rubber mask scare gambit. Why do they have to call it Death Valley?
There are both advantages and disadvantages to being sidekick to the world’s greatest adventurer and archeologist. Sure, during times of war there is always a chance for profit. There’s also the constant threat of too much adventure. The next one, Shorty Jones and the Dragon’s Fist. Fortune and Glory, Doctor Jones.
The thing with dopplegangers is that you can never trust them. The man who stole my identity and created a profile on myspace was a total jerk. The other dude who wrote using my name just seemed weird to me. Then again, Spaceman from NY seemed like a great guy.
When you dream, your mind wanders upon the thoughts of the day. That’s what psychologists who study these things say.
Instead consider that you go someplace, a Dreamtime. It’s a common place where everyone around the world goes. In that world, this is a dream, a boring one at that.
There’s no point struggling, human. We’ve already established this. To gods, you must realize that your thrashing about is endlessly entertaining. We spend a lot of time up here, marveling at how you desperately fight against fate, laughing.
“Accept it, child,” we’ll say. But, you’re human, you’ll challenge the divine.
Thousands of tiny actions, all seemingly unrelated, led up to this moment. Many of the little things, at the time seemed like bad ideas or fool’s errands. No good results ever seemed to come from his crazy plans.
And then, one day the pieces came together, and there was peace.