Not with this Server. Tempts hope. Optimism, like grains of rice strewn in front of you, if you felt compelled to count them.... Does that mean with a different server, or port...
ha! and i thought it was going to say something austere and sweeping, like, it was six o'clock in the morning of Tuesday the fifth of January twenty ten when i decided I had to move. When I finally realized something, though I bet earlier than most, that not only weren't things getting any better here in what used to be my country – in what now is, apparently, my 'homeland' – not only does it seem to not be getting better, folks –
Sigh. Now i don't want to be so pessimistic. It's too important. This is where the ideal meets the real like rubber and road. I don't even drive; heh; good metaphor maybe - maybe. The here meets the now in this my Blog that I have been anticipating For So Long Etc.., where the as-yet-unformed is shaped by my forward momentum. Thus we often can catch (if we are observant, and quick) a glimpse of the Truth. Thus the noumenal world, the web of event, can be busted red-handed in correlation with, and seemingly caused by, the set of possibilities in which it had come to be packaged.
Thus future event, or anyway, one's experience of future event, which is after all functionally indistinguishable (ok i mean in everyday consciousness, for those well-dabbled smart-asses out there) from, is dependent upon – I want to go ahead and say, is created, is magickally called into being, by – wait for it –
the language one uses to describe it. Whatever language: but it appears that meanings are not arbitrary. So: here we go: and: I hope, right now, that I will have been saying: if anyone needs me, I'll be in some New, Sane, Civilized land.
There's the catch.
Can't solve it all today. I have a beloved to make love to, thank God.