Practicing Now

You caught me, didn't you? Indulging in a vacuous reality I'll never understand, nor truly know for it is merely locus of a bold phenomenon we call synaptic in a brain, but for the mystery of sense, we cannot prove is there. But it works, doesn't it? Any old reality will do; my preference is the moment that cannot be seen and to adapt the old cliche in new dress, come what may, sight unseen with some reluctance rules both night and day. Be warned, for it is I who squeezes joy from such things nihilistic, I forever spewing sequiters that non or otherwise defile the ears of anyone in quest of truth. A toast, my friends, to nothingness! Content be damned, or sanctified; there is the challenge of discovery-- of worlds we dare not dream. and there is noone to adjudicate the what, or when, or why of it. Bon chance! For there is hope, if not of victory, then an unfinished now. ~