Accuracy

I don’t throw darts at balloons, I throw balloons at darts.

—Joe Montana

The invention of consciousnesswas as brutal as it was the birth of the pasttense. The past itself not a place, but the echoof a place. Placation, endless rearrangingand no tables to speak of. Memoryis a bag of grapes from the grocery store.

The supermarket does nothing for the depiction of chaos’ position    in the universe.

We are a more durable smoke, or if you prefera more gooey fire. What I would really liketo know is what isn’t a moving target?We are all concerned with the weatherof limitation. Power is made of mostlyoverrated, what’s important is how we handlethe indignity, the reaction. Greatness: soft eyesto see everything as a blurry whole, not to lullin expectation, but to see opportunity in a worldwhere nothing is fixed. Between distanceand chaos there is free will, or if you prefersomething more ornate, there is the opportunityfor the staggering. But I digress, everything that doesnot need you is real.