old becomes new again

there was a time when i had more time to write and the free-associative flow of words i call babble was a daily experience of catharsis and amusement and exploration and distraction and learning and creative play and focus, a kind of all-pirpose meditative trance would flow between the ethers of collective consciousness and multiversal existence and the brain in the head of this body where i find myself now and then and the fingers would tap keys (or once upon a time, use pend and paper, imagine that) with no apparent rhyme or reason and so often, rhyme or reason flowed from wherever it might have come... those days are not these days as work consumed way too much daily time to flow off into those ethers for the days and weeks required for fully meditative obliviousness, but last night i did remember a bit of the feeling over at diaryland where, years ago, i babbled behind the candoor, a writing place long sleeping (like so many others, nyuk nyuk...

but who has time for babble today (or even back then, there were so few who even tried to keep mup with thousands of words a day)... luckily i've finally forced myself to discipline myself enough to learn to be brief (if that is what you call this) and created this (e)thereal place where you, dear readers and others stumbling in, can keep up with my life and antics on a daily basis without wasting too much of your precious time...

perhaps it is just a matter of time management, the art of squeezing a 42 hour day into 24 quality hours without loosing too much sleep over it... if you are even half as amused as i am, wonderful... see you later cuz now, i return to packing and mainlining caffiene :)