I have just discovered that the last two year's of  my "today's" seemingly desperate need for sensuous seizure of otherness is precisely a nothingness.  Cry havoc! and bring on (the paparazzi) ever-nowly (in each progressive moment of this zazen-more mounting).  Thus life transcends key-limely, sublimely into tomorrow's (sun-rising) rousing re-realization of a spiritual, more-embracing acceptance of unavoidable self-actualization.

  C.G.?  Yesh!  (Yo)Jung.

notforprophet (according to his anti-matter(ialistically), genetically-inst(a)illed, revoking-avatar vaccine *kises* .  re-reincarnated incubus inoculations
- yet(ti?), thus does I, nfp, love(s), (luvs) (old-westernly, i can draw faster!) ( than you.  ,fully, quixotely-coyotely tran-cyber-l (i, nfp) violating all secrecies, thus embraces yo(u).  loves.

Yes, you.  Wake up!   And smell a heart (yours, mine) still throbbing.

I know.  there are too many (..)'s above for the present-only-minded voyeurs.  but, drift back, you lovers, to when you can  exactly remember your first feelings.  ...I thusly indict and command every instance of our quasi-nazi-bookfed-grammar to cease and desist!