momentary song

I guess it was during that wind storm back in 76 that I became a fan of wind. Not because of its destructive power, but because of the sounds it makes as it echoes through each corner and corridor as far as my ear can hear. It was like a symphony that day. From then on I believed I could hear music coming from other times and places sounding the passions of different people with tormented faces.
Music in wind.... and silence, make the parallels in life seem tollerable. Both offer a transition into another frame. This momentary frame brings joy and heartache. Both of these things are parallels running in the same direction. They are unified in our sporadic walk through our time and place. It is the wind that sings the momentary song.

the trap and the opportunity

Many people want success..... and money. They want these things while searching for a job working for someone else. Unless you are armed with a stunning education or know somebody, you will never be a success; not like you imagine for yourself. The ways of sustaining yourself until you feel an opportunity has presented itself can be habit forming and difficult to break away from. This is the trap and the opportunity to fall in line with everyone else who gave up because they forgot about condom use, boozing while horny, etc.
Success has little to do with money and security. Those things are nice if you plan on being comfortable in your discontent. It has nothing to do with raising a family; anyone can shout and bitch and moan and groan at their kids while showing affection in public. No, success is a man eating when he is hungry. It is a man earning while working and feeling good about what he is doing. It is a man living in a manner that suits him and that he can live with on the inside parts. Most important, success is someone who feels OK about the separation between what is actually true and what is imaginary. Then again, society is like an imaginary pinball machine with wings. That being the case, success then is nothing more than a recorded high score only to be beaten by some snot nosed, punk ass kid. LLc 98.2