If you look at my home page these days, you'll see my digital work "Dungeon Delve". It's an adventurer holding a lamp looking up in a dangerous dark cavern. Life is a lot like that.
We can't see where we're going. We hold out our little lights and look as far as we can, keeping our chins up, feeling along the way for safe passage through whatever it is we have gotten ourselves into. And life, being fragile, continues beneath a sword of inevitable mortality.
Deep, huh...
But we do get nudged along the way (wink, wink) and it seems that the plan I thought was best, which I diverted from, has, on its own, righted itself despite me and my evil impulses.
This is the impression I have, that the gut feelings that come from deep in your core are the slow, sure, deep, round, barge-like instincts that are old and wise slothy creatures. They are heavy and solid. While impulses are these wicked little evil fairies flitting around and poking at us to do the quick/easy/short-term thing coming from high in your chest all squeally and prickly chattering on about spontaneous whims and superficial wishes.
Right. Don't know where that came from but there it is. I'll let that settle on my brain for a bit.
'Night for now.
