Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

conscious

 "People try to rely upon the limited capacities of their conscious mind for direction and support, even though their unconscious mind has more resources and a better sense of reality."  - Milton Erickson

This morning finds me feeling lost - dazed and confused - my clouded thoughts obscuring my standard intentions.  The boys start with a heady dose of nicktoons, the strange humors of animated chaos and confusion.  Tess continues to slumber in her week-induced exhaustion.  Cats is off to collect some files to process.  I am searching for clues.

We went to see the youth sing last night, the encore presentation of their tour of Oklahoma.  Though they were clearly worn by their five day excursion into the wilds of Sooner country, their devotion rose again to fill the foreshortened church.  Expressions of joy came to lift us as the kids stopped by to express their love.  Who would have dreamed that I would achieve such popularity among them?  Life often travels down uncharted courses.

The death of the Permian era still disturbs and enlightens me.  Highly evolved creatures ruled the earth for 30 million years, long before the dinosaurs.  An incredible cataclysm destroyed almost every vestige of life on this planet, leaving a few bacteria to restart the cycle of life.  A meteorite the size of Manhattan destroyed the integrity of the crust, exposing continent-sized outpourings of lava. 

So the day gets underway.  What beauty will we find?

Malinov

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