Greenlights

The Goddess of luck is fortune,
fortune is the Sister of fate,
fate is the Divine Order,
and the Divine Order is God.
So, as far as I can tell,
if you believe in luck,
you believe in God.

Nobody forgives themselves quicker than she does

We either forgive or get sick and tired of it.
Herein lies the evolution.
With nowhere to run, and forced to deal with ourselves, our ugly everyday suppressions break out of the zoo and monkey around,
where we find our self in the ring with them, deciding, no more, or let it slide.
Whatever the verdict, we grow.
It’s us and us, our always and only company.
We tend to ourselves, and get in good graces once again.
Then we return to civilization, able to better tend to our tendencies.
Why? Because we took a walkabout.

The Socratic dialogue can be ugly, painful, lonesome, hard, guilt-ridden, and a nightmare vicious enough to need a mouth guard not to gnaw our fangs into nubs while we sweat cold in feverish panic.
We are forced to confront ourselves.
And this is good.
We more than deserve this suffrage, we’ve earned it.
An honest man’s pillow is his peace of mind,

Our souls become anonymous again,
and we realize we are stuck with the one person we can never be rid of: ourselves.

We meet truth again, and it teaches us,
landing on stable feet between our reaching out and retreat, letting us know we are not lonely in our state, just alone.
Because our unconscious mind now has room to reveal itself, we see it again.
It dreams, perceives, and thinks in pictures, which we now can observe.
In this solitude, we then begin to think in pictures, and actualize what we see.

the noise decreases, the signals become clearer,
we can hear ourselves again, and we reunite.

As the noise decreases, the signals become clearer,
we can hear ourselves again, and we reunite.

We need to put ourselves in places of decreased sensory input so we can hear the background signals of our psychological processes.

Reach beyond your grasp, have immortal finish lines, and turn your red light green, because a roof is a man-made thing.