Exhauster

I owe the introduction of the phrase to a good friend. Vaguely aware of a context with which I have little interaction. Or perhaps much. There is at times that feeling of being in the long line of events that even (like hands across the planet) if it is only to cross it and then to double back over it, then again. A strange red rover. When the text pricks us and then...then I ask myself why do I want to know. The more therefore I can stand to be not yet certain the more gain. History began to whisper that it's whisperings themselves moved the world around us. And while this is most certainly the truth. How could it not be? There was something else too, almost coming to the surface then darting away at the sight of the fisherman. That spear'd hunter. The hungry netcaster. Standing in the boat with the open sea in its face. Cheeks splashing against her eye lids and into those windows to the room where I sleep and fast as the flood comes. Salt water comes.
Loves remember,...just remember. Nothing, if you can. The thread that makes a shirt has in its pattern a relatively small degree of complexity. Might more be gained by a shirtless one following so many miles of thread stretched across the who knows where (you pick it).
This blog is an experiment of sorts. without the usual goals and constraints. It will rely heavily on the the irony and faithfulness naturally or in otherways present in the human spirit. In time the constraints of this world will so radically change that it would be difficult to explain. Are we ready. What could that even mean? It IS possible to analyze an text word for word. What does this process accomplish with the works of man.