Sometimes it seems so hard to fight the good fight. To take that stand. Why bother? You think...Then you realise there are people who do and you feel belittled small. There is so much bearing down...So much to be asked of someone with values. You wonder if anyone does it, if it is really sustainable or if they all just become hypocritical political vegetarians who still use animal products...but then isn't that still a stand a statement isn't that better than nothing so what if they slip up and eat an egg or wear leather shoes they show more gumption than people like me who cave...Sometimes I like BI wonder why I write this silly thing, what is the "mandate" although on more cynical days I wonder if that question is not just a call to the void a request for affirmation by the handful of people or less that frequent here...a the pits of self-deprecation....Somedays you can only go down, others well the reverse is also true.

Every end of night said morning
I wake as if being born
coming out of the void...from nothing to
this-sweeping-the-that-is-all-this
and it surprises.
What saddens though is the gap,
the time between the restless
or well restfull pre-sleep hours of
lying idol and the rude interrupting beep beep of the new morn.
It feels as though [ ] is missing.
And for that I want dreams.

You have Further

to Fall in

the mountains.

This I know is true.

And this morning I looked into the mirror and saw the enemy. Old and haggard but always the same the enemy stared back. I think his hair was darker than mine or perhaps lighter...his eyes well they could have been any shade...his skin most definitely was the colour of a persons and he or perhaps she stood an average height. The enemy stared back through human history and saw the same thing: himself. On top and On the bottom always changing always the same.

Hu(Wo)Man.