Or: Emerging thoughts from an unconscious contemplation.

A friend of mine is having problems with his wife's ex-husband. Why are so many apparently evil acts, my friend asked rhetorically, committed by humans on other humans? Where does this kind of evil come from?

I'm afraid I answered his rhetoric. It isn't any help to the situation, perhaps, but it suddenly struck me that I was pointing out things that I clearly know all about but which I am just as guilty of...

... it's actually impossible to equate human, romantic love with spiritual love, even though they may both originate at the same, utterly pure source.

Romantic, human love will always end, either by dissipating or by converting into some other form. The most optimistic ending is that it becomes spiritual. Less optimistic is that it becomes background acceptance

Most pessimistic is that it will end painfully for either or both parties. In the latter two cases, the ending...

I'm back ... Next time, it's recreational

(which really isn't normal for me at all )

Let's be fair, you go into very few things with your eyes wide open. So it was between the Architect and the Busker.

The Architect knew every angle, of course, and was able to juggle accounts from all around the world. Occasionally there'd be a glitch, but as long as none of the others was aware of the deals being struck across the time zones, the most fabulous...

Every emotion is related to an alarm of some description.

Some alarms are installed very early on in life, wired directly to the mains supply. These are the hardest to disconnect.

Other alarms run on batteries and when the batteries run out, you can decide whether to renew them or let them be.

Any alarm that is ignored could lead to danger.

But some alarms malfunction.

The worst alarms are the ones you don't even hear.

I refer to my model of the Universe, the one that informs my writing and my opinions about super-nature, and every once in a while I intimate that I might post something about it, but two things have held me back. One, that my mind-exercise has taken place over a couple of decades and the notes are in far too higgledy-piggledy a condition for me to rationalise them all into a single comprehensive (even comprehensible) document. The other is that I'd no idea where to put it ... until now.
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