Another year here and gone

I thought it was just yesterday …..blah, blah, blah. Such an old cliché, and yet here it is. The end. I think that the older we get, the faster …. Oh, for-crying-out-loud, another blah. Of course there is nothing I could write that hasn’t already been dumbed-down for the masses. You get the picture so I won’t dull your senses with the obvious. (and yes, I do know that dumbed is not a word so please don’t pummel me with your sanctimonious drivel).

The sky was ablaze with stars this morning. I was awake, out and about while everyone else was still tightly tucked in their beds just scarcely coming out of it, whatever 'it' is. Suspended animation of the dream-state we humans call sleep? Or is 'it' a suspended animation of the consciousness we humans call awake?

Ah, to dream or not to dream? Something that Zeus has always known to be true. Of course Selene, a moon goddess, knew it as well. You see she was in love with Endymion, a mere mortal, and beseeched Zeus to cast eternal sleep over him so that they could embrace forever. And so it was then, that a mortal and a moon goddess were together evermore.

I end this year the way I began it, with minuscule thoughts tapped into the never-ending blackness of cyberspace. Until we meet again? When the eyes close, and the dark curtain of the psyche drops.

Post Scriptum:

Writing about Endymion got me yearning to re-read Endymion Spring by Matthew Skelton….remember this one?

 

 

[2006 First American Edition, Delacorte Press, a division of Random House, Inc., originally published in Britain by Puffin Books in the same year].

 

I’d forgotten all about this book….digging through my library, I found it next to Christopher Paolini’s tomes (still waiting for the forth installment of the Eragon saga, by the way). Excited to be going back to St. Jerome’s College Library in Oxford and to the Germany of 1452.

 

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