A Map of Possibilities

Things confuse me easily these days it might be age or some kind of rare oncoming dementia preparing me for a difficult but joyous passage of elder time fulfilling my wildest dreams or perhaps a period of prolonged revelation of prophecies and keys that I alone will possess and heads of State and ministers and elegant dignitaries will stand in line to have an audience with me just to have the good fortune of hearing a few pearls of wisdom that will completely change their perceptions and ways of thinking about governing irritated populations that will make them realize that harmony amongst all the peoples of the world is a great and simple thing a kind of Babel in reverse and that the hunger for power for conquest and for control is a long and twisted journey over too many broken bodies of thought too many centuries down dark and lonely roads with no demarcations or clues no sacrificial boundaries and a wasted expense of Capital on tanks and rockets and plutonium and the building up of armies instead of cultivating an educated and healthy populace capable of enjoying their lives and nature without destroying it and each other and that pointing fingers and screaming and filling valleys and neighborhoods with rivers of blood and lifeless bodies old and young is much less profitable and will prove over the long haul that the myriad unknowns and commonalities and fears we all share are far less destructive than the surface disparities that somehow always manage to turn into declarations of aggression and oppression and the bankrupting of moralities and policies and families… or maybe it has to do with my not getting enough sleep last night or something to do with changes in my eating habits or the climate or a reaction to the round-the-clock radio waves that surround us all