Lunatic Lives

There is, I gather, some sort of a super moon happening. I didn't notice and, having been informed, didn't look. Presently reposed, rather than get up and search the sky, I searched the files. I do believe it's the same old moon. 

I'm given to understand that Allah is an Arabian moon god. Lunar consciousness is most ancient - the Hebrew eon so measured. Of course, prior to our solar frame of reference with regard to calendar time, we were adjusted to the lunar cycle. Many moons ago this cityscape presented. There was no intention to make any 'statement' about juxtaposing the ancient with the now, but there it is. Hence meaning is evidently arbitrary. 

Aside from the assignment of any surreality, there is something to the antiquated keeping of time. When to plant crops, for example. The Egyptian and Mesopotamian astronomers detailing information from the sky and collating it to the season. After so many moons, the sun at this measure and these stars above, the waters will rise, flowing down from the snows.

Sorry to say I've lost track of time and the significance others place on it mean less and less to me, one day the same as the next, this moon the same as the one ballyhooed tonight.

In the daily routine, detached from time and place as I 'exist' merely to survive mundanaity, the Internet presents the only opportunity to garner what's happening beyond the nothingness. And that, to a great extent, is absurdity.

Oh, wow... huge case coming up before SCOTUS! The crux of the matter turning on cake. Must I make a cake I don't choose to, and, if I don't, can the governmrnt compel me or punish me for not complying? Pathetic. My disposition is "I'm going to do what I want to do when I want to do it." irregardless of anything else. Well, that's what's going on contingent to respective butt and fist fucking connubials. How ridiculous.

So, I'm just fine not involving myself with the idiocy. I feel for all the people in the offices here having to deal with the perversions rampant but, hey, they're in business craving to separate people from their money by any means necessary. So let them be knackered by the mind games of false religion. There is no Allah and, in a free country, I suppose what we have here are people who worship themselves competing for who's the vainest of them all.

I'll just sit back and wait for another person to share the detachment with. When she arrives at the asylum, I'll be ready. With a cheescake.