Life is strange.  When it crawls by, you wish it would speed the fuck up; and when it speeds by, and you take the time to notice that it's speeding, you so badly want it to slow down.  Is the whole point of our existence to long for something that we cannot have?  To control circumstances that we are incapable of controlling?  Or, can we control them, but lack the awareness of the ability to do so?  How can we be certain that any of the questions we pose the universe will be heard, let alone answered?  Does everyone really feel the same longing for something that's missing?  Are there people out there who are awakened to the secrets of life, assuming that there do exist such secrets?  What steps can we take to enlighten ourselves and fulfill a purpose?  

I feel, all too often, that it's all beyond comprehension.  I mean, am I alone?  I can't be.  But, why is it that I never, or almost never, feel comfortable discussing these things.  Yet, I find it absolutely necessary to banter and small talk to avoid what could be a beautiful, comforting and quite possibly, a very necessary silence.  Delusion, deception and distraction, the very nemeses of progress, are the weapons I create to destroy the thing I claim to seek the most: Truth.  

A security blanket, a brick wall, a mindless conversation with someone you should know better than you probably ever will, all busy us.  And, what is busy?  We're all "busy", aren't we.  Too busy to do anything that is "unimportant".  Excuse me, but what the fuck are we busy with, exactly?  Can anyone answer that?  We all can.  But, will we?  Defy the rules of safety within "correct society" to be so impolite as to follow up a, "How are you?," with a, "Seriously, how are you?  What gets you up every morning?  What are you afraid of?  Do you love anything?  Anyone?"  How is it that these things are unimportant?  

I am starting to realize, day by day, that I, of course am part of the problem.  Well, I like to think of it as an equation, rather than a problem.  Problem has suck a negative stigma attached, whereas equation, although challenging, suggests that it can, and should be solved.  Which, it can and should.  And, of course, the first step in any equation is to review our given circumstances, which are plainly and simply that our communication and personal connections are dwindling and being replaced by fear in a society that would rather text message and email than speak on the phone.  And, would rather speak on the phone than face to face.

And, here I am, High and Mighty, talking about a massive communication breakdown in My Fucking BLOG.  I am officially calling the kettle black.