i had begun another post a while back and it was turning out not to be good so i stopped writing it and decided to come back to it later when i would be perhaps a changed person and more readily capable of writing a large and undirected piece without giving second though to trifles such as making a point, following any logical pattern, allowing my mind to be constrained by such tricks and conviniences of writing at the expense of the never-ending sperad of my expression. i was imagining a buffet table that extends around the world and that the cook can cook faster than the eaters can eat. thats how i wanted my blog to be. i was going for the effect of having an entire lifelong experience contained within two or three paragraphs. paragraphs that could be returned to by a reader at any time of their life as they were wondering any odd thing and then at parting, they would have found what they were looking for. an all-encompassing blog entry, really. the perfect one.
what i ended up with was a description about how i was drunk one night and then came home to find that there was a dead mouse in my living room. so, in the moment of greatest need - in the time when i was calling upon all of my authorial powers of mind and vision, i resorted to rodentia. this phenomenon, i am sure, is to be attributed to the reptilian portion of my mind. such a portion of my inner brain is the one responsible for my latent need to eat rodents, and my need to eat rodents, smothered by all of my human dos and donts comes forth only in my writing. this, of course, is purely a cultural thing as i would be more than happy to eat rodents were they not grey and shifty and in my apartment and seen most clearly with their necks smashed by a metal bar, or, as the mouse i was going to write about was - struggling against glue for its freedom. they pull and try to drag themselves out of the sticky traps but rarely does it work and usually they just figure out a way to get themselves more stuck and more desperate and squealing and trying without success to separate their flesh from their bones.
on the other hand, the mountain goat is the noblest of animals. note its true contemplative nature. note its supreme balance. note its coloring, purposely so for adaptation to a snowy, harsh environment. it is of no surprise that the mountain goat has no natural predator since there is no natural predator that is willing to spit in the face of gravity as is the mountain goat. their meat is most likely tasty, and they are not aggressive, yet they avoid predation through superpowers. quite admirable.
as a comarison, we see here that while contempatice, the subject is clearly feeling quite satisfied with its attainment of height, and if chased by simple animal, aven a rodent, this subject may be more inclined to jump down than to face the ferocity of spiky teeth and aggressive mastication.clearly i have nothing to write about today.
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