Why, Life?

I remember when I was young, the suburbs were a kingdom. The free way intersection leading into my ring road paradise was like the entrance of a deadly mote. I once had a dream of walking my bike, rolling it slowly down the side walks of my neighbourhood until I came to the intersection. It was night and all I could see was shown to me under street lights. Cars sped by. I was frightened but I began to cross the road. And then nothing. I awoke. My little mind could not fathom what lay beyond my own domain. Now the suburbs are a curse. An embarrassment of the White Man's World, and I used to loathe being born in these conditions. But only after I could retrace city steps in my mind. After I could know and remember what lay beyond that intersection. High School Social Studies classes have made me into a hopeless, sad, and informed citizen. I know now the unkind nature of nature, the ignominious nature of the human kind.

And it's amazing how much humanity you can find in a cup of tea steeping on a morning where you missed a bid on ebay and you somehow came across a site with relationship advice. And a video featuring some guy from the military who runs a "How to get your ex back" service online. He uses an analogy which likens the first step in getting your relationship back to judo. By accepting things, you can use their power, instead of exerting force and hurting yourself, selflessly repel the attacks that come your way. Either way my tea is ready now. I just read a myth as to how it was created. The moon fell in love with a comet, which as quick as it appeared, disappeared into the blackness of the night from which it came. The moon, filled with sorrow, sank quickly down, dropping the temperature of the land, and somehow made this tea. I love mythology. I love the internet. Such a place it is.