Sunday, August 14, 2016


It's an amazing thing to enjoy self-actualisation and anxiety. That you can recognise your worth in spite of afflicted brain chemistry and physiological reaction to mental injury.

So I have these wobbles, like yesterday's juddering horror, but once I am through them I am back to my heroic, actualised self. It's like Superman encountering kryptonite—he's momentarily weakened in the K-laced encounter but as soon as the K is neutralised he's back to his super self and ready to pound with super fist. 

And you don't want to be super fisted by Superman.

I may not wear a cape or have actual super powers but I have the bizarre literary (comic) combination of super abilities and vulnerabilities that all make for an interesting life.

I didn't choose it; it happened to me . But once I was in then I happened to it—and I did more to it than it ever did to me.


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