beneath_mars pete as i the lake passed me by i suddenly felt sad. aloud i said: "who do i feel sad for? i surely have no reason to feel sad for myself." the darkness provided no answer, so i kept peddling, looking up at mars as he came in to view. are the gods so jealous that by living in a house marked by dionysus, and spending my life in transit beneath mars, that they tear at my soul, leaving it open for the world's ill to flood in, even when i'm so isolated from the news, hearing things third hand at best? there is no clarity in the dionysian peace, no peace in martian clarity. merely existence, and that is what i strive for. 050902 what's it to you? who go blather from