Socrates believed that the gods provided us with a type of insanity. The illness was responsible for poetry, mysticism, love, and philosophy. He called it Divine Madness. We call it intuition, inspiration, the muse. Regardless, I have been contaminated. This blog is an attempt to share the ramblings in my head by the subtle stroking of keys. I'm going to touch upon those situations that move me and define me as human.
I'M TOO HUMAN.
I was feeling a little blue last night...all better now, but blogger suffered the consequences.
Did you ever feel so different that the world didn't know quite what to make of you?
I have often enough. It's difficult not to when I've set out on my own journey to create the best in me. Sometimes that freaks people out.
As humans we have the bad habit of condemning what we can't understand. It's natural, but I'm not immune to the effects.
And I've questioned myself.
What drives the thirst to explore beneath the confines of my flesh to the raw amber of my soul? What moves me, defines me?I doubt. I obsess.
I pommel the sand in an attempt to rebuild my own castles.
Then I remind myself that we're all particles of the same starstuff. We're cut from the same mold.
I'm a zonkey.
Are you a zonkey too?
Happy Friday everyone!
Enjoy the weekend with your loved ones. I know I plan to....^-^...
: Don't forget to check me out on Monday. CRIME FICTION (THRILLER) excerpt.