Saturday, December 11, 2010


The mind is much more resilient than we give it credit for, I know, I know. I was reading hundreds of pages I'd written years and years ag-- not that long ago - and there, smack dab in stone, were the traumas, wielding their billy clubs and battering rams and me. Strong young me, standing there for the tanks to destroy, holding my ground to be flattened, reading off a list of ironies and complaints. Protesting indignant, I never would've remembered more than a few sentences, but that had been, that had been my perspective of experience. That was everything I'd ever known and understood to reflect. Now, we go on, move about, run faster, something like confidence in our strides. Isn't that what happens? We take the years and assemble confidence, mighty, uncertain but confidence, yes confidence, welcome to the parade, we're already familiar with it all, most of it, like a well rehearsed dream or nightmare or all of it, right, thank you.