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today is not a day for rumination cows are ruminants contemplating the subtleties of grass nor is it a diary where Whitmanesque observations are woven into truth this is just an exercise of thought as the bright sun fades to rain feeding the all the stubborn imperfections of suburban lawns while, when I am green, I am moved toward some semi-sanitary pit to lose it all and wet and clammy, mewling start again today is just a day for ruination squarely in the camp of nihilists my life a metaphor for all the other systems woven round the earth a toilet bowl of tempests & chaos how short sighted are all the porcelain views the personal is never universal nor 'uni' anything variety is woven through the strands of everything from DNA to history why is there only male and female when no two snowflakes are alike the rainbow has more colours than the eye can see and all of them are beautiful and everyone has room within the spectrum of a fecund life - my life your life our lives