the evening sirens

If I make it through this last month it shall be proclaimed as a miracle. I am more than ready for a break and a change of pace. I'm getting weary of kissing the arses of one or two of my proffessors. I can't always meet the amorphus academic expectations. Jeez. It's killing me.

I shouldn't say things like that, come to think of it. One of my classmates has just fallen off the earth, and I worry. What reason do I have to not worry when someone just abruptly disappears after they mention losing focus in school, and discord in the family. I don't know the severity of the situation but I do know he's living on his own but... I returned the call too late. His cell phone is out of service, his land line is disconnected. I'm fishing for a possible email address. I don't know what to think. I don't...

It's the type of world we live in. Urgent. Everything is so urgent that we can never know the urgency before it happens. The weight of my words or the importances of quick response. How soon must I be? There is no policy on anyone's return.

I never know how to debrief the systems of human policy anyway. Take your average person, sit him down to find all thought and words are formatted. The encryption is the most difficult part. Here and there I find an unsewn edge, a wide open hole. The soul has infinite windows, open or shut, but we only look at the eyes. Assume the eyes are key, assume we have a stable pattern of body language. I see other's systems of decoding misfire. It assumes that we have stable patterns of anything. How do I know how accurate mine is or can ever be. No one can give the diagnosis. It it about knowing what not to know? Welcome to human relativity: the most beautiful and frightening concept.

"When two good people argue over ethics, they are both right." I didn't always understand that saying. How is it that two people can be stimultaneously right? Isn't that against all order? Right or wrong? Throw it all into the picture, there will be flaws in the message and truth. If we feel and have evaluated ourselves to be right then why do we assume the other is invalid? It's like a disagreement of focal points that is all, all the lines lead to one central point , and when other lines do not parallell these it offsets balance.

My anthropology folder reads : SAVE THE HUMANS. I bought it first out of the humor, kept it for the truth it holds. We as creatures of complex simplicites are the ones most capable of infinite creation, and destruction. Where is the line? Pray that it's not the tightrope we're walking. Sorry, we no longer wear uniforms.

Crud Bus coming and ....