The TimeStreams are overlapping and Echoing, Rebounding and resounding; slapping against my forehead and background. The new fluidity of music and speech is incredible - No longer the stuttering, spluttering, crawling gasps --> Out of the abyssal Ocean and into the wading seas: Seven in all - or so I'm lead to believe - nothing over my kneez. The land looks promising - it's verdant green and vivid - But seems to recede as I approach - Knight walker/explorer. However, I'm too stubborn to quit now, regardless my trap; This punctuated evolution of the Mind and Consciousness; The instantaneous recognition of Oneself in Another --> Another Male Voice, Lineage, Genetic Line, Protecting His Her; Another Lightening Rod of Mankind saying, "Here I Am!" "Feel free to look upon my Exemplar of Maleness, And please, please pay attention to how I treat Her." "In a spaciously vacuous Universe, We - the Male Progenitors - are few and far between, totally out-numbered. As such, We have a responsibility to Our Collections."
From what's been courteously displayed, I'm thrilled and awed; and trepidatious and excited --> And Happy to visit the Locals in their Locals as Visitor; As Guest --> I've accepted the Challenges that nearly Crushed me into oblivion, now I'll await concrete Invites.
23/2/2014 The Devil's Advocate, Day 8, Concord Mental Health Centre