March 21, 2007

super-localized bonding

why do i write, when and what i write? to irritate people who don't wish to see the items that i point out. no, i don't think so. the means that i use is to watch the world and report the visions are from the unique perspective of chemical reality - which i have been working hard to comprehend the principles and errata for the past 35 years. when i look at natural resources use, especially selective extraction of very few prime resources at the expense of the total system, my background kicks in with the what if this : changing things to see what happens and getting the curve fit of the system down - to parellel with other things that i know or know i can look up. the goal is to reduce dependence - to use what you need, but not to waste.

i usta collect baseball cards and coins - now i collect people and metals. it is still the same thing, just a broader form of fit. when we reach people on an individual scale, we share the warmth of their lives, while contributing to their social wellness. visiting with old friends allows us to catch up and visiting with new friends gives us a different perspective to approach. making new good friends is critical - because friends are like doves - you have to let them go when it becomes their turn to prioritize other things.

bonds form when similarity of style overcomes fear of difference. like dissolves like and we can communicate better with people that tip us off as to our mannerisms that we recognize and share. i don't socialize much with big groups of people - which is where my operating element is, because my partner is a complement who distains the crowd for the interpersonal warmth of a small tight pocket of friends. as we grow apart, the world has become cataclysmic and i am afraid of what it will be like without the person that i remember. but the life is getting tough to hold and as the nest burst because the kids grow to the point where they go. most boys leave the house angry at their dad. i need to stay, but i need to go. so i go off mentally to the world of math...


stevie nicks once sang - did she make you cry, make you break down, shatter your illusions of love? and is it over now? do you know how, to pick up the pieces and go home?... . But where is home when the wave hits and all the gathering takes place at a rate of fear of ultimate loss of that which will be lost. slowly isolating the ignomy from the disaster, we will rebuild with whatever skills are left in the group that makes it through. i think it is time to write the story as fiction - the reality leaves when the participant doesn't have perspective to see the game from the outside in rather than from the inside howdt.

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