{"id":483,"date":"2002-07-01T17:54:46","date_gmt":"2002-07-01T21:54:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nukemete.wpengine.com\/2002\/07\/time\/"},"modified":"2002-07-01T17:54:46","modified_gmt":"2002-07-01T21:54:46","slug":"time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/2002\/07\/01\/time\/","title":{"rendered":"Time."},"content":{"rendered":"

A friend of a friend died. I met him for maybe 2 minutes. I can honestly say <\/p>\n

that I am pretty ambivalent about it. He was on a mailing list I am on, then I <\/p>\n

found out he was Ken’s old friend. Ambivalent<\/i>. Words on a screen. <\/p>\n

Intangible<\/i>. Like a news report. But watching my friend – one of the best <\/p>\n

friends I have ever had- grieve… that matters.<\/p>\n

I’d like you to read<\/a> it. <\/p>\n

I have things I have been thinking about writing <\/p>\n

about, but I’ve been putting it off. There is always something else to do; more <\/p>\n

often than not in my life, it’s a new way to waste time. I took my clock out of <\/p>\n

storage, and hung it over my desk. Maybe- just maybe- that will make me more <\/p>\n

aware of time, and what I do with it. That every circle on that clock is a <\/p>\n

circle gone, and I will never get it back. How did I use it?<\/font><\/p>\n

Recently I have become aware that a lot of <\/p>\n

people have an opinion of Ken I do not share. So- first things first. Ken is one <\/p>\n

of the best friends I have ever had, and a man I genuinely respect. He is a <\/p>\n

honorable man, and gifted Dominant. I have learned a lot from him, I still do. I <\/p>\n

will not hesitate, and have not ever hesitated to throw my lot and name in with <\/p>\n

his… for whatever that is worth.<\/font><\/p>\n

If I am chasing my dream, in the end I may not <\/p>\n

succeed – but I do not think that is wasting my time. <\/font><\/p>\n

We need our contract, we need to get to work, we <\/p>\n

need our shot. We are close, but there are no promises, and not enough salvation <\/p>\n

to go around. <\/font><\/p>\n

My friends are drifting apart; entering a new <\/p>\n

era of our lives. This is a profound shakeup- up until now the anchor of my <\/p>\n

friendships has defined my life. I thought that was all there was, all there <\/p>\n

would ever need to be. But that is not true. It’s just… changing. And I may be <\/p>\n

a little sad… but it’s not wrong.<\/font><\/p>\n

The Second Coming<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

<\/font><\/tt><\/i><\/p>\n

 TURNING and turning in the widening gyre\n\n The falcon cannot hear the falconer;\n\n Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;\n\n Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,\n\n The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere\n\n The ceremony of innocence is drowned;\n\n The best lack all conviction, while the worst\n\n Are full of passionate intensity.\n\n\n\n Surely some revelation is at hand;\n\n Surely the Second Coming is at hand.\n\n The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out\n\n When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi\n\n Troubles my sight:  somewhere in sands of the desert\n\n A shape with lion body and the head of a man,\n\n A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,\n\n Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it\n\n Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.\n\n The darkness drops again; but now I know\n\n That twenty centuries of stony sleep\n\n Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,\n\n \n\nAnd what rough beast, its hour come round at last,\n\n Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?<\/i><\/font><\/pre>\n
W.B. Yeats<\/font><\/b><\/pre>\n
But it's not bad. It's just Kali come to claim her own.\n\nI'm simply not done yet, and had better get a goddamn move on.<\/font>\n\n<\/font><\/pre>\n

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