10/20/2017

Windmills

Don Quixote’s went in search of adventure.  He fought giants.  Giant windmills.  You've got to give the guy credit for believing in himself.

What's interesting is to move forward with no direction.  Set the sails for nowhere.  Sometimes the best rides of all.  No expectations.


When I was younger, someone said to me, you have to lower your expectations, or you'll be very unhappy person.  Good advice.


When I grow up, I want to be younger.  Circular reference.  I don't want to be younger.  I want to stay young while growing old.  Stay curious.  Don't latch on to ideas or beliefs.


Production line starts in kindergarten.  Chase a carrot for 40 or 50 years.


The past is ironic.  The future a mystery.  The present, comply with mob rules or get cast aside.  News speak writers should win Emmy, for creativity and captivating utter lies.


To believe the present story of reality, you have to depart from logic and reason.  A house of cards/lies, add logic anywhere along the trail, the entire story crumbles.

Resistance is futile.  But its the fight that keeps you going.  Searching, in a wasteland of barren wilderness.  Yet.  I think I see a windmill up ahead.


Don Quixote would be proud.

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