Always get that sense of relief when I can put in my mind an idea that daytime is lengthening. Whether this sense of relief is a self imposed neurosis, a badgering of mind against the indignity of having to wear more socks in order to deal with cold, a longing to eat Banana straight off the Banana tree, or whether this sense of relief is an attunement to some kind of magnet that pulls and pushes at me, a lay line deep in the earths crust, a spiritual connection to a great beyond, I have no clue because I try hard to refrain from indulging a megalomaniacal impulse.
I do know that the idea of circles really pisses me off. The looking up in
wonder, the chanting, the pleading. All of it no more than a creepiness,
that to my mind is primarily designed to inculcate a prejudice that persuades
the disparate to adhere to a manipulating oneness. This oneness is then
raised into the air as a true thing, around which to submit. Without which, the
argument goes, there'd be chaos. I of course will be going to hell, where, when
I am not wailing, I can happily gnash what remains of my teeth.
Nonetheless I heard a Wren pretending this warm morning was springtime, and she
is so much wiser than I.