
"No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X's..."
"And?"
"No damn cat, and no damn cradle."
I don't know that I believe in fate, God(s), or the afterlife, but I do know that Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle completely changed the way I see the universe when I read it almost 10 years ago. Even now, every time I read even a sentence, it blows my mind the same way as it did then.
For those of you who haven't read it (&please, I implore you to change that as soon as possible), it's a satirical novel, focused on the Hoenikker family, a deadly substance called ice-nine, &"an influential religious movement in San Lorenzo, called Bokononism, a strange, post modern faith that combines irreverent, nihilistic, and cynical observations about life and God's will with odd, but peaceful rituals."
Fiction it may be, but Bokononism has been the singlemost relatable religion I've come across. (This coming from an Agnostic leaning towards Atheism.) Almost every sentence, in or out of context &as simple as it might seem, is cause for a thousand more words. "Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, 'It might have been.'"
(AND, Vonnegut's modesty &sense of humor just makes me smile so big: "What makes you think a writer isn't a drug salesman?"![]()
Today I came across this, &it reinforced my belief that people, places, words, &things fall into (&likewise, out of) your life at exactly the right time, exactly when you need them, if only you're open to receiving them:
Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart & to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. & the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
-Rainer Maria Rilke, as translated by Stephen Mitchell
My insides are beaming.
Enough hippie mumbo jumbo, eh? Let's take a trip down memory lane! I got to thinking about way back when I first joined the site &the first couple years I was around (I was a member in 2004 or 2005, before I shot my set &went pink), &who my favorite ladies were back then. Here's my list of babesicles that made me fall in love with the site, in alphabetical order:
Only 7 days left till I leave for my road trip! YIKES! So much to do & not enough time (on accounta that job I mentioned in my last blog -- I've been working loads of hours, &it's pretty great!), but I'm sure I'll get it all crammed in juuuust under the wire. That's how I roll!
Here are some more phone photos from the last couple weeks:

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OH! This happened:

So then the bag who hit&runned my precious down paid for this, via her insurance company:

It's SO awesome! Somehow there's a HUGE difference between 37 and 42 mph!
Okay, I am up WAY past my bedtime, wow. Just might have ice cream for breakfast in the morning, too, since I'm livin la vida loca &all!
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