(w)rapping up in the dark wood

i've just come back from trapping up the mountain with protoplasm in the dark, which was a beautiful opportunity for some introspection and crap-shooting.

i was very glad to have been vindicated by deer and porcupines (there were a sodding lot of them) when protoplasm thought that i was being paranoid, and the view afforded a wonderful sense of perspective.

we're very small. very, very small. but there are a lot of us. and all we need to do is find a reason to band together and look up to the skies. i think i've mentioned this before, but if all humans could wake up every morning and at least be aware that they had choices then this world would be a much better place.

only fear conquers love, and we let it do so every time.

as bill hicks said, "it's just a ride". i'm perfectly aware that objective reality (or, as objective as we can make out) isn't real and that subjective reality is, but the lie of our limited senses is very difficult to look past.
the meaning that we derive, the story that we tell, is where reality lies*, but even though i know this there's a part of me that is afraid to believe it.

i can see myself as a limb of the planet, as we all are, and i think it's a metaphor that i'm happy with.

other catch-phrases for the night include:

fat people should pay double for airline tickets, and so should midgets because they get so much bloody leg-room

a shirt that says "my birthday was the last time that i touched a vagina" (although i'm sure we're not the only people who've come up with that)

in deference to the usual generic use of the word "self": "and here i'm being very subjective when i use the word 'self'" (no tautology there)

we walked past the memorial to someone nicknamed "NOO", and my first impression was that those were his dying words...

* not intended in the truth sense, and i apologize for the pun