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Last night it was a shrimp ring and beer that put me to bed.
The sunset had been splendid, with major lightning storms to the left and right, a golden orange straight ahead, illuminating cloud-tops in bright orange and red as the sun went down, mystical figures of old men in flowing beards that might have been painted by a renaissance genius from days past which morphed darker and more ominous as the evening progressed.
Late at night I awoke, the night was still warm... watched a meteor make a blazing trail across the sky...
And this morning I heard on the news that Ted Kennedy died.
In a world of irrelevance something relevant has happened, something that makes the earth spin slightly differently on it's axis perhaps.
I will miss Ted Kennedy, as someone who was linked to me in a mysterious way ... perhaps best described by Kurt Vonnegut:
"like the fingers of one's hands"... working together. Ones 'Karass'.
A Bokononist would say "Busy Busy".
The sunset had been splendid, with major lightning storms to the left and right, a golden orange straight ahead, illuminating cloud-tops in bright orange and red as the sun went down, mystical figures of old men in flowing beards that might have been painted by a renaissance genius from days past which morphed darker and more ominous as the evening progressed.
Late at night I awoke, the night was still warm... watched a meteor make a blazing trail across the sky...
And this morning I heard on the news that Ted Kennedy died.
In a world of irrelevance something relevant has happened, something that makes the earth spin slightly differently on it's axis perhaps.
I will miss Ted Kennedy, as someone who was linked to me in a mysterious way ... perhaps best described by Kurt Vonnegut:
"like the fingers of one's hands"... working together. Ones 'Karass'.
A Bokononist would say "Busy Busy".