now attempting to bblog...in blogspace...unfolding personal communications capsule...what is a mind when it is not a mind? just fooling...threw that in because I thot it sounded kewl...
sometimes I wander through my mind wondering about all the broken connections..are they really ever broken...by their very nature no, since we are them..but where do they go...swinging through space? for little space monkeys to drop by and travel on..whhheee
fro those of you who thot I was going to get boring and entirely normalll and domesticated in my old age... I think the anszer is nnnnnnooohhhh, notice sense of humour getting weirder all the time...

space monkeys...you think your mind is entirely your own? no, it is a playground for little space monkeys...jumping around, looking for coco nuts and bananannas to peel. Our minds are porous really open on the inside even more than on the outside. Inside where the universe is free to be its truly amazingly expansive self, expanding through you...and me. Becoming bigger and more spacious all the time...breathe, sigh, breathe and feel it happening, take it in a little...sip by sip of so tintillating tasty tingling vvibrating real becoming...
well it's Moonday...less spacey tomorrow. "hello I must be going and I only came to say, I heard your mMother calling but I must be on my way.... ooohhh, I remember it all from before
why each precious flower, why each moment has its hour ...it's You, it's all true"
(special prize to be awarded for identification of slightly garbled quote)