ENOUGH ABOUT THE MOTHERFUCKING IPHONE. I AM NOT KIDDING. STOP IT.

 

that is all.

jimmy kimmel needs to stay the hell out of my dreams. i'm serious. not tonight jimmy. not tonight.

for a time i spent my self just touring my ... i was thinking microcosm, but realized i was not precisely sure what that meant so i wikipedia'd it ...

Macrocosm and microcosm is an ancient Greek schema of seeing the same patterns reproduced in all levels of the cosmos. It may have begun with Democritus in the 5th century B.C. or with Pythagoras and is a philosophical conception that runs through Socrates, and Plato and through to the Renaissance. With Pythagoras, the discovery of the golden ratio and its philosophical conception called the Golden mean, the Greeks saw that this golden ratio is repeated in all parts of the ordered universe both large and small. The Greeks were very concerned with a rational explanation of everything and saw this repetition of the golden mean as a pattern that was reproduced throughout reality. It is a product of the ancient Greek mentality of seeing reality as a whole and noticing patterns that are repeated throughout all the levels of reality. In short, it is the recognition that the same traits appear in entities of many different sizes, from one man to the entire human population. Macrocosm/microcosm is a Greek compound of μακρο- "Macro-" and μικρο- "Micro-", which are Greek respectively for "large" and "small", and the word κόσμος kósmos which means "order" as well as "world" or "ordered world".

... my own microcosm, my own occupancy in these cosmos which is only newly ordered, and astonishingly almost orderly.

 

i am in love with the beach. i am in love with living in a tiny orderly apartment over a generally disorderly collection of businesses including one called 'tacos and beer', i mean seriously, tacos and beer, what's not to love?

 

& within this there is indeed a golden mean, by which i mean the elegant feel of the air against my skin & the soft late afternoon light & the peace that comes of solace, of having solved most of the things which had haunted me leaving me in this hauntingly beautiful aftermath, with its ocean view & its elegant air & this feeling of finally having settled into something that is not stillness at all, & yet ...

 

if this is as close as it ever gets to perfect, that will be fine. there is still an edge out there & many details to which i must still attend, & yet ...

 

life is good.

lessons of the beach: