everything_in_excess quotree bastardizes words for fun and profit "Everything in excess! To enjoy the flavor of life, take big bites. Moderation is for monks." -Lazarus Long drink deep, stay drunk, never thirst you will dry up and blow away if you don't in your time of living, live, because you will not pass this way again. 040412 ... quotree "Everything I do, I do with reckless abandon." -Jolene Blalock 040412 ... misstree why_not? and with the feeling of the somewhatsafety cord, i finish leaning in as if i were fearless, rather than just alert and committed. fear is not a concept that applies; i am here, and have chosen to strike further along this path, and will do my best by myself and keep eyes and ears wide to glean the most from this possibly costly course. there are times that excess is uncalled for. harm and good watch eachother in traditional balance, but the webs connecting are far more intricate than single connection, and the most important question, will I survive, is the truest test. more than simple heartbeat and breath, i carry the scars and damages from a score such journeys, and not one would i untake. always mayhaps will be one i wish i had not, but each brings me to this point. this point. in a place both alien and accepting, where i would fear to bring some of my closest brethren but must place lifetrust in places some peers would gasp to behold. but, having seen it, i must taste it, and having tasted it, i must indulge in every aspect i can. there are things closed off to me; i don't plan on following the path into the brambles that close in so quickly and catch so deep, though no one ever does. there are things i will not do, even if it means emergency exit. i am very aware that, with my meat intact, i can rebuild from ash. everything else is icing. and what are all these trappings for, if not to Live? if i feared every possible consequence, i would never Live, would never taste every offered moment, would never know every word i have. and now i have committed to carrying a wordchild, to an elongated gestation and evolution of a larger work than ever before. i have no set form, or Point, or anything but the need to collect and craft and shape and share. there are flavors here that deserve to be sung, that have been sung by others elsewhere, but being part of my surviving soul, my cup and my bread, i wish to offer to the world. eat of my flesh and ye need not sin on thy own. i will indulge with open eyes, but i will indulge, because a half-measure would insert seed of insuffiency in my first true child in too too long. i will drink deep but with wisdom i will stay drunk but remember that i am here to taste and i will never thirst, by whatever blessing or ability it is that has charmed and protected me so far, carried me through the worst of the broken glass and lava, to set me down in barelysafety so i can feel every moment of blistering feet. and these times are not the dark and dangerous things that they seem to be. but it certainly does carry that aspect in abundance. 050829 what's it to you? who go blather from