A reevaluation

Where to put one's energies these days? It seems to me I am in need of a reevaluation of my talents; where I am placing them, and what I am to do with them in order to be, become, and serve as the being God has created me as.
[Although we are reminded of the wise saying: "Prepositions are never words to end sentences with."]
I really like that one.

To be sure there are times when most grow into a feeling of "un" fulfillment, as if one's limit or true North is not before them but in a direction they do not know and feel lost in the finding.

I see many directions and the sheer potential present in the world in which we live is staggering, so much so it truly sets one on his or her heels. Time to move from the heels to the balls of my feet, make some progress in a true direction, trust the guidance and support I am given and take to the chase.

Sure is a lot of talk going on here, I'll have to see about backing it up. Yeah, sounds like something I am,will,going to do.

Apologies if the meta-play of being/am/will et. al. seems a bit heavy handy. I have just been in a 'being' 'doing' mindset, and a sincere Lack of hat tip to Chopra, if that was where anyone was thinking toward. Well meaning, but in all honesty, I have absolutely no presence of mind concerning his work.

I have a Heidegger, Santayana, following Hegel feeling about picking through all of this, a C.S. Lewis hope for my humanity's revelation through God, an Aldous Huxley distrust in my surroundings to provide my answer, and a feeling as though I am stuck atop Thomas Mann's Magic Mountain. There seems to be no time, yet some"where" time is proceeding and must be accounted for, yet how to deal with all these thoughts I have up here.

Ah yes, the horizontal life, as he would call it in those High German Mountains. The air just seems so crisp and clean, good for thinking, now how to act, where to proceed.

How shall it seeks its ending.

Putting down Pages

I just got back from the Folsom Cyclebration. An event so exciting the had to start smashing words together just to get the whole concept across without melting people's cerebellum. All sarcasm aside it was a fun event and I was able to attend with my sister and dad. All the big bike dealers were out, some very impressive machines out there. All in all and wholly suprising lack of pretension. Perhaps it has something to do with the pure nature of man's might expressed honestly through the best of machinery he has devised to cover ground: No motors to blame, nothing but rubber across terra firma singing harmony to the breathing.

Sister has been getting into triathlons. I think that's the perfection of the ideal. Here, we have devised various means of human locomotion across spans, various terrain, and water. About all there is save the skies. Let us place them all in single competition.

Currently reading Watchmen, by Alan Moore and Gibbons, and am finding it terrifically compelling. Borrowed from LG, major hat tip there, finding a lot of what I suspected, expertly delivered, however, with exceptional interplay between the text and the art. I can see the movie spawning a very receptive re-admiration for the piece. It having compelling contemporary parallels, "the War (Vietnam)," our current conflict etc; the decimation of the hero concept, predestination vs. human potential, and an overall existential angst almost. A true coming to the end of the humanist's equation with appropriate terror, desperation, and hatred. Dr. Manhattan plays the perfect visionary to the modern dilemma, and his cold, not entirely dispassionate, yet alienated (definitely author intended; a once-human finding home on Mars) sense of being is the phantasmic highlighting that remains dutifully subtle in order to counter-balance the main plot's spiraling insanity.