THE MEDIUM

  I dreamt, last night, that I was in an incense-smoke filled room....filled with 'burners' with bronze dragons atop them....From childhood 'fairy tails' about fire-breathing dragons, I suppose, these images inundated my dreamscape....Awakening, I left my bed, half-sleeping, and decided to floss my teeth to remove a chunk of black walnut that was wedged in the open space, between a pair of back molars, awaiting a dental implant, and ventured by the light of the moon through a window, falling over a rolled-up oriental rug, stumbling into the harpsichord, from which fell a heavy Chinese censer with a dragon atop its lid.....some kind of synchronicity, happenstance and coincidence conjured abstract considerations of Cosmic forces at play with my imagination....then, turning a lamp 'on'....the room was just a room, with blue, powered incense spilling onto the sound board.....Sneezing from having inhaled some of the blue crystalline powder, I glanced at the carved...

  a 'subliminal message'? I captured a frame that appeared, very briefly, during the 'end credits' of a 'Show' that was ending just before a program that I was recording........It was, I discovered....with a bit of research.....one of many "Chuck Lorre Productions 'VANITY CARDS'", editorial observations that are shown for a second or so, after a program and before the production credits......Interesting, and amusing enough, although I've never seen any of 'Chuck Lorre"'s productions.....'Chuck' even has a blog and a website that features these 'numbered' witticisms.....

  "The stability of the internal medium is a primary condition for the freedom and independence of certain living bodies in relation to the environment surrounding them." [Claude Bernard, Leçons sur les Phénomènes de la Vie Communs, 1878-1879] Divergent trajectories of parallel systems may lead to entropy, or ultimately....to mathematical systems that seem to reflect order at an incomprehensible level....the illusions of dogma and of science....

“Until you spoke to her the other day, and until I saw in you a looking-glass that showed me what I once felt myself, I did not know what I had done. What have I done!... My Dear! Believe this: when she first came to me, I meant to save her from misery like my own. At first I meant no more. … But as she grew, and promised to be very beautiful, I gradually did worse, … I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.”

  The Thought is clear, then overthought......gimmicked by idle decoration......not as easy to 'see'......Our brains first run the tendril 'filters' of bias, prejudice, preconception, expectation, desirability, and a thousand others....and 'thats' how we remember......even an image, as a mass of electrical impulses, cannot enter the caverns of Mind, without a myriad of sub-conscious manipulations......often, the most important Art is overlaid with many layers of paint...and many 'words' end in wire baskets or under kindling......Just the 'putting it down' shapes ideas to fit the Frame, beautiful lace trims are eliminated for the 'sake' of Fashion.....and a touch of lipstick shapes the lips that speak..... Even the rounded, gold tip of a quill pen is a manifestation of the Glamour of It All......

Just yesterday two people commented, critically, about my artsy intellectualizations of their own observations of my perceived psychometric pseudo-science physics, math and psychiatry....which I endured, tongue firmly placed against the mouth cavern part of my cheek to restrain the literalness of their impolitic naivety, as my thoughts about all of this rattled around in my skull with all the other excesses of cerebral enthusiasm..... This was the upchuck that I left for them to ponder, for a second or two, before dismissing my ramblings to make room for the inconsequentialities of micron-thick interests in their own veneers of hard polished waxings..... How could anyone think that I'm serious! Yet, there is method in my madness and much that I think may be...in these words about the observable poesy of it all........Thank you Ronny Laing, Rollo May, Søren Kierkegaard, Carl Sagan and so many others, for all this elucidative confusion..... Then, in 1970, I tripped over ...