And then...

There are so many moments and thoughts and realizations and confusions.
I am thinking, not merely re-arranging my prejudices, I promise.
And, I am willing to put it all all down on paper, or computer, whatever times demand, but I dont have to.
For now, I write about not the past but the future...

" Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and my death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty.
They speak of homeland.
My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, and old sword, the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensible, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesnt expect to arrive "

Yes, I intend to 'Boast of Quietness' and now I am thinking again, after knowing Jorge Luis Borges died a few months before I was born.

Attempting to probe further I find out, he once said , "There is no intellectual exercise which is not ultimately useless." How intellectual of him to say that.
And, "Due to the virtual absence of any discussion of sexuality from his works, some commentators speculate that he was asexual."
I am laughing and perfectly knowing why. Life amuses me every now and then, often infact, to the core.

On another note, more like - whats up with me - I am changing, evolving! (I always end up saying 'evolutionizing' and making a fool out of myself, but its instinct, maybe someday that'll be a word)

Am i there yet?