words in Book of Lies.....

I feel them welling up again. Words. They are inescapable. It is good to let the silence of time invigorate the mind. Really that is all they are. The mind in an expressive state.

How does one reinvent the internal process when the keyboard goes so silent. We are not mindless therefore like a river, the flow is diverted. Like a river there is still the water, the rush, the gravity that pulls the thoughts.

Mine was easy. The sewer of stupidity. The vast nothingness of uncreative endeavor. Endless space of recreational mediocrity. Then distraction. Physical movement in task and performance.

Labor.

I find the science book calling. The fiction on my shelf. Friends here (in my physical world) wanting to reading my fiction. Especially Gerty.

Eventually, the rust tells us it is time to oil your moving parts. Even those part sans tendon and muscle. So, not a resolution as the new year comes, but light coming from a different kind of crystal ball dropping down to signify something internally important.

Happy New Years to those who keep such tradition....

Cheers.