Starting Over

"I 'll shout and scream and rail at all his sermons."

Street Fighting Man. Rolling Stones 

That was the sixties.

Nothing has changed.

We wait for the Golden Age

like the brass ring on the carousel.

Some people think it will happen.

Some people think something else.

We know that something is happening 

here, but we don't know what it is.

That was also said too long ago.

Meanwhile, I have my coffee.

I'm part of what's happening.

We're all connected in quantum strangeness.

Can you feel it, Dave?

I'm like Moses because I may not 

get there with you.

I'm like Nietzsche in the nut house.

I'm like Artaud crazy genius playwright.

I'm like Kerouac drunk in Mexico City.

"Where are we going?"

"Planet ten!"

"When will we get there?"

"Real soon!"

"Wandering through vast Arabies of hot

meaning, you just numbly don't get there."

Kerouac 

Back to the drawing board.

Back to square one.

Back to first thought.

The good news is you can always start over.