READING THE TEA LEAVES 13A

LIFE IS A GAME OF CONNECT THE DOTS, IF YOU DON'T CONNECT ALL THE DOTS OR DON'T CONNECT THEM IN THE RIGHT ORDER YOU NEVER GET THE PICTURE READING THE TEA LEAVES 13A It is late again, as usual, actually it is earlier than my normal. It snowed here, in South South Alabama, the 21st, 8 inches here at the house, couple of frozen pipes and usual stuff. Followed by my first case of covid and a secondary chest infection, haven't been the same since, but I am getting better and I will get over this too. When I was younger, much younger, even younger than that, stereo systems were new and even the modest speakers were expensive, but one could turn up the volume high as it would go, and get out of the "real world", even better if you had a smoke. I am telling on myself. Didn't matter if the music was scratchy, or the beat was off, the lyrics( if you could even make out the lyrics) didn't make much sense, but you could shut yourself off from the "world", hear only what you wanted to hear, nothing else mattered, not the truth of yourself or the facts of life or how the "other half lived". Which brings me to another thought exercise, you know, the Theseus's paradox. ( you can Google it for more). Change for the sake of change can be destructive. Yet destruction without a clear plan for reconstruction is even worse, you wouldn't want to destroy a home without a plan of what will go in it place, how it will be built, and what you will have on the "other side". And that is only part of it. As in the paradox of ship of Theseus, as we change the parts of the ship, plank by plank, board by board and all, at what point it is still the "original ship"? What is the plan, where are we going, what happens when we get there? I have questions. I WILL WRITE MORE SOON M. N. R. 07 FEBRUARY 2025