October 9^th, 2008

Flight of fancy to the outer reaches of my mind ... it turns out that the real heat is all out here on the fringe, not at the bright dense core at all!

You know, Things just happen out here where the sun don't shine, where nobody can see and criticise it before it has hardened its skin. This is where the great swirling masses of the Unknown can give rise to almost anything the imagination can frame.

Fly out to here, fly out to the dark margins of the random. Come to the realm of future possibility and choice, and forget the bright glare of the over-scrutinised unchangeable now.

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