Sometimes we need to stop analysing the past, stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding exactly what we want, and just see what happens.
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair where I sit.
There isn’t any other stair quite like it.
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top;
So this is the stair where I always stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn’t up, and isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery, it isn’t in the town;
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head;
“It isn’t really anywhere! It’s somewhere else instead”
Increasingly computers will decide an individual’s level of ‘threat’ to the state and then it is quite possible a drone of some sort will ‘take out’ that person. We have become used to flying drones but now they also float and roll, they bomb and use smart-bullets and micro-missiles.
“I’ve got no future, my days are few, the present’s not that pleasant; just a lot of things to do, I thought the past would last me but the darkness got that too.” Leonard Cohen.
Whenever you commend, add your reasons for doing so; it is this which distinguishes the approbation of a man of sense from the flattery of sycophants and admiration of fools
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