Saturday, May 4, 2019

Clueless, crazy, clueless, and more story


It is about time I posted something. Hundreds of thoughts have passed me by, and my story has languished as I meander about life. I will get to that in a moment and it will take some work for that journey to become a story, but I do have an idea in my head for the path it needs to take. I will need to play with it a bit to get it started.

Yet, before we get there, we need to figure out what madness the world has dumped on us of late.

The Dems are clueless, the Reps are clueless, the press is clueless, the Trump continues to be in oblivion, and you, poor soul, are left trying to decide if you want to check yourself into an insane asylum. Which considering that the medicine they gave the mentally ill thirty years ago hasn’t changed much may not be the best idea to try and recover your sanity.

On a positive note for Dallas, the Stars have somehow found a clue and are now leading the St. Louis Blues 3 games to 2. Game five just ended and at least we have something to talk about in Dallas Sports for the next couple of days. Sunday is game 6 and if the Stars win it will be the closest a team has come to a championship here in Dallas for quite a while. Oops, the FC Dallas plays well every now and then, but for major TV sports there is an air of excitement building in Dallas. They still need to win to get there, but we can certainly start to talk here in Dallas.

For some strange reason, the Press is dragging Hillary Clinton back into the news of late with some of her comments. Why? Seriously, why? There are umpteen number of candidates declared for the Democratic primary, so we do not need her strained smiling face mucking up that murky race. And add to it the Reps now want to start new investigations into the Democrats and the 2016 race. We are already struggling with Trump, please do not bring up the other half of the worst election choice ever, okay there are some in our past that come close, but 2016 is still the winner. No reason on Earth for the Reps to be dragging us through another investigation that will produce no real result.

And Venezuela has somehow become a quagmire of epic proportions, not because of Venezuela, but because Trump is about to dump a whole old/new set of questionable characters into the middle of that fray. When will the Republicans learn that foreign policy is not their strong suit? Or even their weak suit.  Ever since Nixon was vanquished Republicans in their greed just cannot get anything right. Heck, they can screw things up so bad, they are beyond wrong. Throw Trump into the mix and yeah, our foreign policy vision is basically blind right now.

So, let’s get back to the story and cleanse our minds of the madness of the world and enjoy the madness of what may befall our new found friend. It is a slow madness.

He approached what he thought might be the end of the row he was walking down, yet it didn’t feel like an end. The towering structures that lined both sides of his path stopped. He was left with a choice to go either right or left onto paths that were exactly like the one he was on, long stretch of road with the towering structures on either side or somehow feel his way forward into some type of new environment. Did the road continue? Standing where he was looking right and left and trying to peer forward left him what we would call confused. There was something in front of him, the road seemed to go forward, dare he move forward.

The hum of the towers continued and had not changed the whole time he was walking. He stared forward wanting to know what he would encounter. Yet, there was some apprehension. He didn’t have defined emotions, nor understood what an emotion was in his existence, but for us it would be apprehension if not a touch of fear. Not the horror movie fear, but the fear of the unknown and the fear of being unable to decide and where that may leave you. Apprehension is the better description, but it had tinges of this fear mentioned. This left him motionless. He stood still. And like the lack of emotions, there is no measurable time. So, he, nor us knew how long he stood there.

After whatever length of time existed, he stepped forward. Nothing happened so he took another step forward. What he saw in front of him did not change. There was nothing in front of him, so he kept approaching this nothingness. He didn’t see it as nothingness, just nothing to see that registered in what could be described as a developing sense of self.  What we call memory did not exist for him at this point in existence. For all he knew he had always walked along the path of the towering structures. Yet something tugged at him that there was something about him he should know.

He took more steps forward, then stopped. He went back to where he could decide to go right or left. He chose right and walked that way. He walked along the exact path as before but going it a different direction. He turned around and reviewed his path. The same towering structures existed emitting a slight hum occasionally with a slight change in the rhythm and flickers of light that appeared randomly. He noticed all this, and he registered it, but he was not sure what it meant. It was just like before. He walked some time and finally came to another left right choice. He looked left and the same nothingness on the previous path or road was there. He looked right and another road down the towering structures existed. And in front of him was the same path. He decided to go left. He went a distance and still did not feel anything, but the road moved forward into an environment that left him with the same apprehension we would have felt earlier. There was something strange about it and something called to continue. It was different so he only tread a bit further, then turned back. Even though he didn’t feel danger, there was a calmness or a feeling of safe within the structures. Or that is how we would feel. And somewhere in his existence he picked up on this feeling.

He continued down the path he had turned on from the first decision to go right. The towering structures continued. Again, time did not affect the journey. Occasionally he would encounter another left right choice. He would peer left and then move forward, somewhere that feeling of safe existed within him. After what we would call a long period of time, he began to sense, or feel, or perceive another presence. Since he only knew of himself or perceived of himself, the idea or concept of another presence did not come to mind directly. You or I might say we felt like we were being watched. And for us it might feel a bit unsettling, not for him. It was something that affected his pace or his continuity, not just on the path but in the thought patterns that existed within him that he hadn’t recognized he had.

He had decided at one time to go forward, go back, go right, go forward from there, try left, go forward again. He did not understand he had made decisions, only he had changed his path and still did not understand his purpose in walking these paths or the need to choose a different path or not. The new feeling of another presence, yet still not defined in his mind was tugging on it to make another decision.

To be continued…

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