[Morning Freewrite]

A new day.  A new time.  A new, fresh start at writing.  There's  nothing really to write about but all the things that have been happening.  No insight or interpretation into their meaning yet.

Hiking for four months on a schedule is as bad as work.  Yet a group dynamic can be informative.  Hiking with people through the hundred mile wilderness and up Katahdin can be even more of a love affair.  Hiking without schedule, I have realized... hiking with pure enjoyment of people without importance to drag you down.  No needs to make miles... to _get_ somewhere.  Just the ability to go from hither to yon.  This is important.  I love this.

Syncronicity.  Notice the things in my life that recurr.  Tarot recently.  Turn a corner and it returns.  Maiden, mother, crone as well.  What is it about these things that turn nothings into something?  What is it about these things that make them important for me to notice?

How much of a cynic am I?  How much of a cynic should I be?  Pisces is "I believe."  I am "I want to believe."  But I am not eager to become gullible either.  I wish to find a higher power, but I do not wish that power to be false.  Can I find such things?  Where do my lines get drawn?  Where do I look for answers?  What experiments do I design?  What things do I simply forget?

Perhaps there was a time when I could have thought thigs through with less than adequate thought.  ??  There might have been a time when perfect reasonableness wasn't what I was striving for.  Instead, looking for things (patterns) that seemed to make more sense.

Humans are pattern making animals, are they not?  We seek to understand through identification to things that we already know.  Does it work well?  Do we oftentimes make mistakes in what we are trying to lay together?  Do we often identify false patterns or miss patterns that are simply too big?  Should we be looking for other ways to explore life?

[End Morning Freewrite]