*January 19, 2018* The US House of Representatives saw a discussion on the night of January 18, 2018 under the Special Order session that highlighted the ...
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
The Wheel: redux
Were their lives prearranged, I wonder? But how can that be possible? I may or may not fear the truth. Actually, I don't feel much of anything at all. Not anymore.
Our fate may already be sealed, a record of the future written eons ago the deciding factor, for that matter, by the turn of some monolithic, cosmic wheel. But, where's the point in dawdling in metaphysical claptrap? Although - still can't explain - I saw her the first time.
In appearance, at least, she was very young. Her face, when set just so, affected an innocence mirroring the little boy's perfect features exactly. Once she was aware - I doubt anything missed her attention - I was watching; the corners of her mouth curling, her jawline rising ever so slightly, exposing her flawless throat ... for the briefest of moments I imagined her offering it like ripe fruit for the taking. "This can't be," I thought. Had she just made a gesture? My cheeks flushed a little. Was there a sign, maybe? "What the Hell am I thinking?" I hadn't looked away, however. Her eyes were inescapable.
No shame or remorse there, almost crystalline in perfection, I still couldn't be sure ... There it was again! Something imperceptible, an expectation, perhaps. Some clever deceit? I knew I'd aroused it. Intuition maybe, revealed in that, her best feature, belying calm and wisdom beyond her years, or even mine, of an awful, knowing Consciousness.
I turned aside, mumbled some hurried excuse and walked away. Yes. It was a certainty.
languid in their searching --
the old school ground