For some time now, I have been in a strange place I cannot explain. Last night, I woke up, looked at the alarm clock and it read 1:11. Later, Laura woke me up, so I padded into the kitchen, gave them a treat, looked at the oven clock, and it read 2:22. This morning, I went out to the truck to drive to work and the odometer read exactly 215000.
For twenty five years, I had an intense relationship with words as computer code, where their meaning was exact. Since then, I have carried on another intense relationship with words as prose, where their meaning is exact. I contend such a pursuit opens up a door to whatever controls this world and that it communicates with me. I cannot tell you how many times over the years I have glanced at a clock reading 12:34, only to understand that whatever I may be doing at the time, it is cosmically correct that I be doing it at that moment.
I realize some of you may be growing tired of my unrelenting persecution and mockery of the social retards. However, the clocks indicate they are quite pleased with my conduct. So, I intend to continue trying to please the clocks by staying on this path. Besides, mocking these arrogant dolts still tickles the shit out of me. And it could very well be that the synchronicity is simply a manifestation of my joy.
It could also be that I’m fucking crazy. However, the whole point of niggling the fundamentalists is to remind that they rob us of the mystery of our spiritual existence. For me, that mystery is one of the great curiosities of being alive.