November 7, 2001

  • This past week has been an expanse of extremes.  Perhaps I took on too much.  Perhaps too much was put upon me.  The overall effect felt like a sortie on the surface of Jupiter with a mandate to practice for the Olympic high jump.  And that’s not strange, seeing that Olympus was the home of the gods and Jupiter/Zeus was king of the castle and high-jumping is akin to ladder-climbing which is akin to staircasing to heaven which is akin to Jack climbing the beanstalk.  Yes—that’s it!  I’ve been climbing beanstalks!   And what did I find?  A Giant, of course.  A ferocious, arrogant, commanding, feeding, consuming, indulgent Giant—a Jovian Giant, gadzooks! (god-zeus?)


     


    But it turns out that the beanstalk I was climbing was on one level  my own spinal cord.  And the land of the Giant was the expanse of my limbic system—the reptilian and primitive mammalian brains.  And my own little climbing Jack-self was a pittance of intelligence—the neocortex—bringing light to this gargantuan castle perched upon high.  Except the Giant I encountered this time wasn’t a dumb stupid brute, but a clever one with  a plan.  So instead of fee-fieing, he indulged me by lying and promising me magnificences that would crush me with seductive opulence instead: the world on a mountain high platter! (plateau?)  Otherwise known as: sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll!


     


    Oh-oh—oh-ohh!  I forgot to steal the hen that lays the golden eggs.  Damn.  I knew I had forgotten something…


     


    *puts on headphones, listening to Gentle Giant …
    ”My thoughts never spoken only the
    visions inside my head the truth never broken
    within my silent words left unsaid…” *


    or


    (pick one)


    Be right back...

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