Cycles Sunday, September 26, 2004 6:53 AM
The day begins and my driving force is still the same. I wake up composing sentences. With the cool winds of September, my thoughts are of the cycles that dictate our lives.
The day itself, a twenty four hour cycle, presents me with a pointed physical reminder of my body’s mandate which I choose to neglect in my solitude. As for the moon, I am apprehensive of the road trip with the mother of my child will fall on a full moon. Her age could mean that I might be confronted with her life cycle, but we do not share such details, and I have no experience personally with the woman life changing event.
I find myself in the company of youngsters when I do get tired of playing solitaire. I attribute this pairing not to a personal preference but to the open willingness of the young and her lack of failed relationships in her life. Recently I am without my companion who completed me and now am facing the void. My nature is incapable of quickly substituting a replacement and need to let time run its course. Projecting a few months forward to the cold dark days of winter, I am aware of how the confluence will extract its toll on my well being.
Oh no, so let me pull back and objectify. I developed a skill at reverse engineering software. I would do the forensics and take the code, look at the outputs and observer the flow and arrive at an understanding of its functioning. This would process would aid in my understanding more then abstracts or documentation, which would inevitable would be out of sync with the working system. Why do I segue and change topics? It is exactly what I am attempting to do with the forces that control my life. I know I am out of my league and that analyzing your own life is a fool’s folly, full of rationalizations and distorted perceptions. But it is not going to stop this fool from trying. The day is beginning and the light is appearing over the trees. I am ready to begin it all again.