Random abyssal . . .

In the Satyr's day mailbox . . .

Exploring and sharing the flotsam and jetsam of the Mailbox on Watercourse way is my “random act of kindness,” upon which my day is built.

“When things get tense, when I start taking my work a bit too seriously, I remind myself that I’m only pretending to be a human being.” – Alan Arkin, who died yesterday in his home in San Marcos, California. He was 89.

Charles Darwin's theory of evolution was first presented to a public audience today in 1858

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Standing in the way is the programmed binary compartmentalization rampant in the world – especially that constructed by white Western men. – Jioji Ravulo

Anxious and unhappy people are amenable to fear-appeals, which is why they are the favorite targets of marketers and conservative politicians. The most effective fear appeal is that which attempts to divide and separate us into our tribes and the fear of the “other.”

Despite consciousness being "everything" a person experiences, most scientists hold to the binary induced belief that it’s still a complete mystery how the brain produces it. What's the possibility the brain doesn't “produce” consciouness, but, rather, receives it, engages, participates, reciprocates, interacts with it?

Abyss

All my images have been stolen, and

A conversation with God lasts less than five seconds.

I stare into the silence with an expectation,

As if my projector was turned on, But there are no slides.

My friend Lester tells me this is a good place to be.

“The razor’s edge isn’t a tightrope,” my friend Lester says,

“It’s a chalk-line you’ve drawn on the floor,” he says.

He says most people never get this far.

Maybe that’s why “alone” is the only word I can find.

There is a kind of contentment, though, oddly enough.

Odd because it is not complete. I haven’t accepted it,

Or, better, I resist just enough to give rise to these lines

accompanied by the whurrr of that projector’s fan

and a bit of dust in my eyes.