I came home and threw myself on the couch, defeated and deservingly enervated. The day had drilled its devilish talons in my derriere and I exhaled relieved knowing this day, Sunday, was my “Friday.” Franz Schubert showed me his frenzied showmanship in maddening melodies as I kicked my cowboy boots off. Breathed like a morphined…
Have you ever felt a sequence, in which you are that particular number, that completes it? Or a series of words uttered in a movie you watched this morning, then heard again at work, and yet again somewhere in public–the same exact words? The way your wife stared at you before you left the house….
Have a seat, exhale, tilt your head to the right, now the left, inhale…slowly. Now lean in a little. Don’t forget to blink from time to time. Follow these words. Allow them to take you away–if for a moment, elsewhere. Keep in mind a proper posture. Allow the noises that surround you to numb you…
“We are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further.”
This is not the first draft. I deleted three other lines that used to be where this one is now. Ghosts fighting…
“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.”
