I've been having interesting dreams. I always have interesting dreams, but I don't usually remember them. Last night I dreamed that my sister fell in love with a goddess. She was a full-bodied woman and somewhat tolerant of men. Her father, who was sitting next to her, had four nipples. His nipples were an inch high and flat at the tips. They looked more like stumpy otters. He had other qualities that reminded me of the devil. He and his daughter were suspicious in nature, I can tell you that.
I was thinking about life the other day, in the most trivial manner. I was thinking that we come into this world and most of us have no idea why we're here, or how we got here. Some of us search for answers. Some of us turn to God for answers. Others are more scientific about it and still others don't care. And at the end of it all, we die. It happens to everybody. It's a strange thing this life. It's a horrible place to be if you have trouble with change. And I definitely have trouble with change. That's my suffering. Watching things change and not always for the better.
I was driving down the boulevard the other day and I realized that the number of stop lights had increased dramatically in my short lifetime. People are fearful of something. Death and change, or speed and accidents, or just unimpeded travel. Control is fear. Fear is control. Accepting change is a work in progress. It should be easy. Change is freedom. Freedom is life. Life is death and then freedom all over again with the answers you were searching for in life.
