Ablogalypse Now

a splendid torch

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.

I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no "brief candle" for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.

- George Bernard Shaw

dream 12.2.07

a vacant dirt lot and a pile of junk that needed to be cleared from it. me worried about getting my clothes dirty because i hadn't planned to be there for more than a day and i had nothing else to wear. i was dressed up for some kind of a high school reunion and didn't want to trash the only set of clothes i had. thoughts of who i would see there that would still be single. my dad was in the dream too in some way. something having to do with cell phones. him complaining about the shitty service and how expensive they were. i don't recall who i was was working with (maybe my dad?), but we uncovered a large rattlesnake while clearing the lot and it followed us as we slowly tried to back away from it. it followed us and blocked the way out, refusing to be ignored - perhaps a symbol of something that had to be dealt with. me and at least one other grown man, paralyzed with fear, thinking the snake would strike at any moment, and the fearless young boy who suddenly appeared with a weapon of some sort, a machete perhaps, and moved in for the kill...

bizarre, what to make of it, if anything?  the need for some kind of inner yardwork? the dangers of what might be uncovered? the folly of worrying about appearances? the boldness of youth?

maybe....or then again, maybe it was just the melatonin talking...