steady the helm of the heart with devotion to the ritual cauldron

[aethyrflux]

during the mojo meeting last night, i reflected upon the irony of how i was more involved with the infrastructure of flipside this year than i have been before, and yet i felt more isolated than ever: some of it was the vulgar isolation of being seperated from those i love, and at other times it was the profound isolation that comes from recognition of the autonomy of self-preservation.

apparently, my experiences @ flipside were just foreshadowing...