and then our exile

i impose mental disconnects between people and their saturation in social mores i officially shrug off...and then at any lifting of this disconnect, voluntary or not, i gasp in horror and follow initial shockwaves through a few more feet (="recoil"). More and more i realize this, even though these repercussions rarely activate themselves to anything higher--simply freeze once more, as i rush into a vortex-cynicism to keep from this activate. The vibrations might last hours or days, but the symptoms are the same. One Refuge remains, but a cadaverous half-impulse never stimulated anything. Static? No: the passage of time and steady desensitization combine for hardening division-lines within own-self stultification.

What's brought this on? Well, many things over the past few weeks, but the latest is a short communicate with someone i used to know years ago, though we were never close as such, a person whose values remained somewhat of tradition. And now? i think i will stop talking about him.

Yesterday: twenty pine trees planted, that inshaAllah become very tall to remain long after we and our children's children are dust. Today-morning was depressing except that it melted last night's snow, and then snowed again, and then rainbow'd, and then rain, and then hail, and then clouds, and then sun. Ajeebity. Other than that, much deoxyribonucleic acid and after lunch a beautiful time with family-ness. Usman is Essence and oh there are times. Too Wuddistan has a new machine functioning: Babaji and i hooked the auger from the last auction to the tractor. A design we hadn't seen before; took quite long, but now is for hurrah. But man that PTO is powerful.

Berg decapitated: Iraq will get worse. i wonder how many people will remember his captors said they would release him if the US released those it's incarcerated at Abu Ghuraib.

Right now i'm wondering if it's cheaper to go from London to Damascus by plane (=646$CAN) or some other way. New tentative departure date: August 20th. w00t!