Bodies in Motion

From an objective point of view, things are going quite well. Systematically speaking... well... I quote from W.B. Yeats:

“Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.”

I don't think it is possible to have a more ominous beginning to a school year. I haven't gotten to the point where I want to give up and quit right now, but I can see the potential in the future.

Now I'm the first to admit that I have a bit of superstitious streak. Reality has conspired against me one two many times in the past few years for me not to be. And it's hard to ignore a line up like what has been dropped in my lap.

I'm really not at liberty to discuss all of what's happened, because a surprising amount of it didn't happen to me, but I still feel as if I'm in the center of Yeats' circle, waiting for the world to unravel around me.

It is a sequence of events that starts far away and creeps closer, unraveling order as it goes. Bodies in motion and the like. I guess, it would be wrong to say that it is the world conspiring against you. More as if you have found yourself in the center of a web that was spun for wholly different reason but sees no problem picking you up and going on it's merry way.

There is nothing more belittling than realizing that you are not at the center of a plot, but rather, just a hapless passerby who ended up in the eye of a hurricane.

More later
Lyrinoir