I love Wout Van Aert. Van der Poel kind of got the better of him this season, but worth watching them go at it during cyclecross season. They are just so strong. Have not seen Hijack yet. Great title. I don’t have Apple TV these days. For some reason, we have been watching Irish and British content lately. The Quiet Girl, The Banshees…, Living, All Creatures Great and Small, The Dig, Derry Girls, The Green Knight (prompted very long conversations). Oh and Peaky Blinders to spice things up. As per Hoff, did I tell you I had to do a review for a Cold Plunge. It’s hilariously painful to watch. What a reading list! That diet has a lot of fiber. McG, just nails it, it’s just such a slog, but I rely heavily on his companion YT videos where they go through chapter by chapter. I try to stimulate my right brain hemisphere as much as possible, but we are increasingly living in the map and not the territory. And I am evermore fearful of the territory. I love how McG refuses to offer any answers or action steps. He’s just like this is the situation, and points you in the direction of “right”ness. I feel you about the slump. This is a difficult time. We are being slowly ushered out of life by the new generations. (I’m just reading The Fourth Turning is Here by Neil Howe) which is offering some perspective of where we find ourselves in the cosmic cycle) and support of what roles we might play (like hiding in a cabin until the trouble passes over). My personal epiphany recently was realizing that these two statements are true for me. 1. I have lived the perfect life and I have no regrets. 2. I have failed massively at life and I am full of regrets and wish I could go back in time and change things. But if you imagine going back in time and realize that if you change one thing you lose everything else that came after it’s clear for me that I wouldn’t want to change anything so that the 1st truth is more true. I’ve realized that I’m more of a witness to my life then a driver. If I could go back in time and wouldn’t change anything, then, as I go forward I can just watch my life enfold, and then this happened and then this is happening, I can watch the thoughts bubble up from my subconscious mind. bubble bubble bubble. I do wonder where the bubbles come from. Are they any different than the sound of the electric weed scythe down the street? Do I have anymore more control over my thoughts.. my life? Bubble. bubble bubble. But then I did buy a lottery ticket. And I fantasize about how I would change my life. The animal sanctuary I would build… the mouths I would feed, the people I would visit. I could do those things with out winning the lottery, but I don’t. How is it that we’ve lost the ability to live? I read today that a man (italian, of course) died by being covered by an avalanche of over 100 wheels of cheese. Surely, if such is our possible fate, we could learn to live again. Or is life just living. Surely that’s ok, too. Love you, buddy.
– Whatsapp from a dear friend of Sam’s prompted by a few words sent in reply to condolences on turning 50.
The message was determined by an AI Detector to be 99.3% likely to be authored by a Human. Hoff is Wim and McG is Iain McGilchrist.
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