Some think I'm cryptic.  I suppose that I would, too, view myself that way were I removed from myself to some cryptic distance.  For it's the distance between each and all of us, and not us,  that's cryptic.  We?  We're all just beautiful, eternity-destined, microcsomic mysteries yearning for greater participations.  "...movers and shakers on whom the pale moon gleams."

The man of Tao remains unknown. Perfect virtue produces nothing. "No-Self" is "True-Self."  And the greatest man is Nobody   - Chuang Tzu, the master, most cryptically-distanced deer-whisperer there ever was.

And sometimes it is time for non-action.

Merry Christmas.

Perhaps I am too sensitive, too overly sensitive.  There's this long-lasting feeling of having been left in a loveless ever-deepening abyss.  It's a feeling - just a feeling.  But it is all I have. And though from this abyss I have called out, like Echo my voice has seemingly faded away to near nothingness. Thus I have grown withdrawn socially - and bloggingly unfrequent.

I know.  That sounds too syrupy, pathologically sentimental, and overdramatically unmanly.  But I had to post it.  To set it up.  To knock it down.  To overcome.

Fuck it.  I've wasted too much time.  I've wasted much-too-much time over the last couple of couple years.

It's time for action.  Let my words henceforth bear witness to such action.

the unreachable storm has found a name: unintimacy.
yet yearning is yearning.  and yearning will be.
until all rebounds to the fundament: eternity.

In a study published recently in the scientific journal "Evolutionary Psychology," 59 percent of men and 66 percent of women said they've been in the position of being attracted to someone -- until they kissed the person.

"At the moment of the kiss, there's a very complicated exchange of information ... that may tap into underlying evolved mechanisms" cluing us in on whether we're genetically compatible, explains Gordon Gallup, co-author of the study and professor of psychology at the State University of New York at Albany. "A kiss can be a deal-breaker in terms of whether a relationship will flower or flounder, so to speak."

Yeah?  So what does it mean when you kiss your pet??

And what if your pet is a flounder?

Have you ever kissed a flower? 

I have.  Or maybe (memory is so fuzzy) it was just a girl with a flower's name.