because i cannot know you, i must speak to you as i speak to myself, and trust that you will find your way in here, in this holographic theater behind our eyes. Just know that i am on good terms with myself, and thus anyone who chooses to wander with me here, need not fear the darkness we encounter.
for there will be darkness.
of course, there may be limits beyond which we will not venture. But we’ll need to map those out as we go. Too much over-thinking about what lies ahead makes me want to nap! Or swear. Or scream. Or quiver in a petrified startle, depending on which muse tugs my hem.
and so, i do hope that this gristing will yield a richly-roasted, robust and perfectly steaming daily grind — fit for all the kings and paupers that we are, have been, or are yet to become …
daily grist 