Mad Cow Disease
Sacred spotted cow in the field…
knows exactly what’s going on, always do, always have, even when I didn’t let you know I did. Pardon my contrived conundrums, dealings and disinformations, and all other subversive tactics in defense of the truth, but it’s not my responsiblity nor my place nor in any way in our best interest for me to simply tell you the truth. You must discover it for you.
And trust me now like you don’t even trust yourself, you realize so very little about any greater situation that your effortless selfish ignorance offends. But before you get even more twisted, I will tell you that I cannot be directly offended, and therefore it is not me nor anyone else you are offending. Forgiven you’ve been for years, but few have patience for displaced insult and insanity. There is coming quickly a realignment.
Most in life is certain as the truth is always the truth, no matter its form, and most people want no part of the truth. My first life lesson learned was when I was four years old, in the late fall, with snow dusting the ground and my grandfather’s breath dusting the frigid air first with complete surprise, then complete realization. Finally he spoke about greater truth, my grandfather explaining, in part, something particularly vicious that my grandmother said to me. The great thing about barn grandma was that she realized that even though I was only four years old, I was not wrong, and that she was. Most people just never get it, they never understand anything. She spent the rest of her life reminding me of her greatness.
It is what it is or it is never what it is. The time is now, always has been, always will be. There is no other way. Have you ever meditated on the mosquito?
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