Yes, I'm still on holiday, but my alarm woke me up at 5 am and, here I am, a little later, typing this blog.
But I love it.
Seriously. I love the fact that I can create, share and get your feedback/comments. It's not that I'm on some ego trip 👍 — of course, I might be! — but instead, I love the possibility that each post offers, even if no one reads it.
Life's a bit like that, isn't it?
Sure, it's not perfect (by whose standard?) but it's better than, well, not being here (see Die Wise by Stephen Jenkinson).
In the night I had some strange dreams. One keeps coming up, namely the idea of assuming the skills, powers and attributes of a small cohort of people. This time, perhaps infused with my reading of Ant Middleton's book, First One In, was the skills etc. of the best 100 SAS people in the world.
Now, why on earth would I want to acquire those skills? What the hell would I do with them? I don't even want to think 🤔 about it. Without wanting to sound a bit loopy, I'd much rather acquire the skills of the best 100 cyclists, or lawyers, or writers not only because I'd have an inkling what to do with all that mastery but it would complement my life and make me rich — LOL.
But then again, I think of those films where the evil/mad character takes the protagonist's skills and amps them up by a thousand times and, you guessed it, kills him/her-self in the process.
Ah, where would we be without dreams?( Collapse )