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It would be fantastic if we could swap dreams the way businessmen swap business cards. When you met someone, you'd give them a copy of your favorite dream, which would be both a pleasant gift and an introduction to your personality, and they'd give you their.

I wish I knew what the insides of other peoples' minds looked like.

psylocke gets her wish...

It begins in the middle - they always begin in the middle...

I am in total blackness...

In total silence...

What has gone on prior to this, I don't know but there is a tense feeling in the air, an anxious feeling...

I am stressed... I am worried...

and then, all of a sudden, there is a flower in the distance. in a pool of light... a daisy or a tulip... usually a warm color - a light red or pink, and some times, yellow or white...

I hear a rumble. no, I feel a rumble, because I do not hear anything.

something, a lot of somethings, are rolling in the distance.

towards me?

no. I am above it.

I think I am floating.

there are tremendous logs. perfectly cylindrical, your stereotypical cut down tree - no branches, no leaves, just trunks of bark and wood. I can see the ground now. Dirt. it's brown.

they are all rolling towards this flower hundreds and hundreds of logs are rolling and tumbling over each other each racing toward the flower. I want to help, to protect the flower, but I am scared and I am nervous and I can't move and now I can actually hear all of the logs rolling and rumbling and there is this high pitch squeal piercing the air now and I still can't move and I can't turn away something is holding me back and I can see the dirt kicking up and the ground is shaking and the flower is being overwhelmed but none of the logs are hitting it they are seem to be going through the pool of light but I still feel anxious and nervous and then -

silence.

I am nowhere again.

The air is still tense, still anxious.

I think I am in water.

I am in the dark, but there is a light blue glow on everything - like a thin shadow of blue, but there is nothing around to cast a shadow. I don't know where the blue glow comes from.

there is a line above me. just a line, two dimensional - extending from a point off in the distance to a point off in the opposite distance, glowing with blue.

I have a purpose. to keep the line together.

somehow, in the two dimensions I see the line starting to come apart and I am trying to hold it together. I can't see my hands... but I can still feel myself trying to hold the line, to keep it together...
I am still struggling... I am still scared... the blue glow gets brighter and brighter and then...

I wake up...

...

Not at all my favorite dream, but one I remember...

in fact this is a recurring dream I have been having since I was a child...

and only when I'm sick...

and almost always accompanied by panic attacks...

I haven't had it in a few years, but when dreams come to mind, this is always on top...

For the most part, dreams are something I love, but I almost always forget them immediately after I wake up...
Especially if they are nice...
Maybe I should invest in a dream log of some sort...
for the nice dreams...

The dreams I remember are bad... I remember two dreams distinctly... and a handful vaguely...

I read once that we dream every night, but, since most people often forget the dream once they awaken, that dreams are there so we can forget.

Others speculate dreams will help us tap into the unknown potential of the human mind. the more we remember them, the more in touch with the mind we will become.

I don't hold with either... at least not totally.

Dreamers can find their way by moonlight and their only punishment is that they see the dawn before the rest of the world. - Oscar Wilde


p.s. I'm not a believer in Horoscopes and Astrology - but this was pretty interesting... almost too interesting... for me... my personality... perhaps it is sufficiently vague to fit in generically with many people. none the less, it is the dessert of the mind - as people read their trash gossip magazines, the occult is like my tabloid. I know it isn't real, and I don't for one second believe in it. But just because I know that you shouldn't eat fatty foods and too much sugar - I still do it, because I enjoy it.

Cancer
June 22- July 23

The constellation, Cancer, was said to have been created after a side-moving Crab attacked Heracles, the last great hero to be a plaything of the gods, as he battled the infamous, many-headed Hydra. The pincered crab clasped Heracles' foot, clinging tenaciously until Heracles crushed it. Of course, since the crab was sent by Hera, out of jealousy, to stop Heracles, she honored it for its devotion and set it among the stars. Although this is only part of a very long story about the intrigues of the Greek gods, the consensus is that the crab came to represent tenacity and devotion.

The choice of the Moon, as ruler of Cancer, may not have much to do with the Crab, although Moon-children are among the most devoted and tenacious natives of the zodiac. The Moon contributes instinct and responsiveness as it operates in the milieu of feelings.

Insofar as the Moon represents the reflected light of the Sun, it also signifies the capacity of Cancer natives to respond immediately to the other diverse individualities with which they come into contact.

Like the ever-changing Moon, Cancer is not the easiest of signs to understand or deal with. Emotional, self-protective, and moody, Cancer can be an enigma to even the most well-meaning souls. There are two distinctly different types. One is outgoing and enterprising - craving security, though seemingly self-assured. The other is timid and retiring.

A great deal will depend on the other energies associated with the personal horoscope. Regardless of the type, Cancer is maternal, protective and enabling. The Moon, which rules Cancer, is the symbol for motherhood, and even men of this sign tend to be sensitive, emotional and nurturing.

Like all water signs, Cancer is immensely creative. Since you place your greatest energies in your home and domestic relationships, chances are yours is a comfortable nest, where your chicks are encouraged to thrive and prosper, as long as it is under your protective wing. All you ask of the world is to be cherished and appreciated. When that happens, the Cancer personality is giving, kind, solicitous and sympathetic. Refuse to give a Cancer what is due, and suffer a moody, self-pitying, and unforgiving response. A happy Cancer epitomizes all that is tender and caring in a close relationship. A frustrated Cancer gives mothers a bad name. A Cancer's vices are her virtues carried to extreme - over-protectiveness, instability, and defensiveness.

Cancer shines in the business milieu because of a quiet tenacity that leads her to success. You tend to be an excellent judge of human nature, and have a gift for understanding what the public wants and needs. Your natural ability to save for a rainy day, and make the most out of the least can sometimes make the difference between success and failure. Accustomed to making sacrifices, you do not place excessive demands on the world, opting only for comfort, security, and an opportunity to be important to someone.

What people need to understand about you is that you are always limited by the sense of wholeness in which any reality must rest, and by your need to confirm your place at the center.

You may be stubborn, but you are not very predictable in the kind of willfulness you will adopt to get what you want. You speak out of a complete orientation within your own feelings, whether they are instinctive or rational. Your feelings are the lens through which the rest of your life is focused.

When you are hurt, and you can be hurt by things that seem trifling to others, you may forgive, but you seldom forget.

Cancer tends to look to the past for support. Deeply responsive to everything that has come before, both in personal terms and in terms of family history and cultural conditioning, you may find it difficult to let go of past grievances and injustices in order to deal with the present in the here and now. This is one of your biggest challenges.

As a partner Cancer is devoted, protective, and seeks emotional fulfillment. Although you may not be the best housekeeper in the world, tending to the needs of those you love is your highest priority. Sometimes there are strings attached. Recognition and a kind word from the person you love will be considered the highest form of compliment. An unsolicited gift or thoughtful gesture can have you smiling for days. Food and nourishment is also a particularly important factor for you. You are likely to be a wonderful cook, and feed everyone who comes in the door. However, you have a tendency to drown your own sorrows in food, and need to be vigilant about your diet.

While Cancer women are most happy in their comfortable, domestic field of operation, and usually deal appropriately with their conflicting feelings, Cancer men have a more complex cross to bear. Often, their lives are strongly influenced by their mothers. They may also experience intense and unique relationships with women, who sometimes create the greatest opportunities, and challenges, in their lives.

The chickens are coming home to roost, dear Cancer. Saturn is just beginning its journey through your personal domain, where it will remain for about two years. You may be facing your greatest challenges, or your most profound rewards. Expect your domestic life to take on higher importance, as your relationship with your family demands an even greater portion of your time.

do you know what kind of person you are? of course and of course not.

but let's say you do - given that we live in the present and that labels do not become us, suppose we jump back a few hundred years or more...

I suppose I would like to see my self as a samurai or a knight, although I'm probably more inclined to being a ninja or a mercenary... however, I believe I have more loyalty than the connotation of the latter titles suggest...

those titles, however, [apparently] erroneously depict (from the perspective of the present popular notions) knights, samurai, and ninja... (i.e. knights and samurai were most likely not as nobel as we would like to believe them to be, and ninjas usually did not dress up in all black or weilded katanas) - but that is a discussion for later

the geek in me would see me as an elf and a thief. the pompous version would see me as a paradigm - something not meek or humble...

tunnel

out of control

fear of innocent getting hurt
fear of everyone seeing catastrophe
fear of not being in control

anxiety

frustration

fear

search your feelings but do not giving to anger, fear...

I did not contribute one bit to that conversation - it was more for my understanding of the process...

I love the fall...

one, because I like the transition from summer to winter. changing of leaves and all that.

two, the weather is ideal for me. I'm not a too hot weather kind of guy, and although I do like snow, I would rather be able to run around without having to wear 20 layers. but I like a couple of layers, mostly to hide my fat, but also because I don't have to iron my work clothes to the degree I do when I don't have something covering the majority of my shirts.

three, sweaters - I can wear light sweaters over my dress shirts (see two) and I can make more combinations with a limited wardrobe, minimizing my travel attire whilst working.

four, back to school sales. just another guaranteed sale season, although this year I haven't really done any shopping, so we'll skip this one for now.

five, hmm... I guess I don't really have a five, but it's lorie's favorite number, so I'll just put it in here.

six - now I'm just getting ridiculous. but let's just do free word association... camping, grilling, dental floss, opulence, eggs, running, basements...

seven, I like seven (but not as much as three) and the movie was also very good.

I do not, however, like allergies not do I like expensive books that will only be used for a semester. why I still have some of my college books, I will never know, but I was too spoiled to buy used books.

yes. I like fiji water.

it truly is the anticipation that kills you...

the drop from the roller coaster... the moment right before you go on stage... the ring in the phone right before you talk to someone... the moment right before giving a speech...

those little moments can be over saturated with stress, good or bad, that I think they account for 99% of stress.

when you are in the middle of doing something, once you are moving with your head down on a task, everything is cool... work work work... go go go...

the instant you pick your head up and think about something more than two steps ahead... BAM... anticipation/stress/worry/excitment/whatever...

you need to pick your head up though, because being unprepared is worse than being stressed out... which inevitably leads to being stressed out anyway, so you would lose either way...

I had to give a review last week... it was probably the worse review that I've had to give someone face to face... the good thing is that I had everything I needed documented, the bad news is is that I had to tell him and he is much bigger than me.

[I imagined, at one point during my meeting, that he would reach over the table and pound my face in an emotional outburst... of course that didn't happen, but it was lurking about in the back of my mind... but then again, there are a whole slew of things lurking back there that are probably not rated PG]

in any case, the whole two hours before the meeting I was a wreck... although I was composed and attentive at first glance, I was dreading having to tell someone how bad their work was...

it's not fun, I have been told it is the next worse thing to actually kicking someone off the project, which is the next worse thing to firing someone... and I mean this from a professional perspective, because obviously there are worse things in life than firing someone, but in the context of this coversation... well, you get the idea...

I had no expectations... or rather, I had every expectation, which is the same thing as having no expectations... essentially. in any case, it actually went rather smoothly, although there were very, very tense moments, and I think I gave a short chuckle because something he said was funny to me in context and he didn't find it so amusing... but then again, if you are being told "you suck" (not in so few words) I am sure you wouldn't be laughing either... whatever.

(2pm) I debriefed my boss, told a few other people how horrific the experience was, and promptly went to the airport to board a plane and get intoxicated.

I think I called a few people too... so by 7pm (when I had stopped drinking) I was properly wasted and sufficiently hungover by around midnight or a little later... dunno... I slept most of that evening away...

I'm just glad its over and will be over... since we are kicking him off the project...

now the trick is to avoid him for the next two weeks...

yup... 5am this morning...

I'm gonig to try to sleep with the tv off...

perhaps there is something that plays at 5am on the cartoon network that keeps waking me up at that time...

or it could just be my body saying it wants me to not sleep when I can't get a full eight, so might as well go for four...

whatever.

I at least got to watch the teen titans this morning before I turned on headlines news...

I figured since the news loops every 30 minutes or so, I could afford the 30 minutes to watch the rerun of the time the titans entered into raven's mind.

fun.

... ... ...

so with 30 minute looping live news broadcasting... I would guess it is pretty hard to not sound bored after reading the same piece of news, over and over and over and over and over...

I figure they would have to repeat the same stories at least 8 or 10 times... that must suck, especially if the news I tragic... I would imagine that telling jokes gets old too...

sure, it's funny at 5am, but when you've told it for the 10th time by 10am, I'm sure you're not thinking it's so funny.

but hey...

that's just me.

I've been reading many of my past posts lately... it's sad to see that over the course of time, I have noticed that I have very little to say about anything that happens outside of my own sphere of influence.

my... isn't that just lovely...

[read:self-centered]

In any case it's not about what I want you to know about me but more what I want to know about me... or more generally what I want to know...

I don't talk about politics because honestly I'm not nearly ambitious enough do more than vote and tell others why I think that sometimes their reason for voting is good or silly... or articulate and defend why I believe in smaller government and why people should be able to manage more of their own money than they currently do...

I don't talk about religion, because although I say I am a devout Catholic, I'm sorry to say that I have not studied apologetics. I could not intelligently debate with you about whether or not there was a break in the line of popes leading to a full apostasy of the Church or when Jesus said about His Church, "...and the gates of the netherworld shall not prevail against it" MT6:18 also meant His earthly church and not just His heavenly one... or explain clearly why Chruch tradition is important or why sanctifying grace alone justifies... I could tell you the difference I feel before and after confession... but it's like describing a vacation to somone who wasn't there.

I'd like to talk about movies, comic books, and video games, but it just takes to much time, I sound too much like a geek, and only a handful of my friends would be interested...

I don't talk about sports because frankly scarlett...

I don't talk about art, music, or love because talking about [them] is like dancing about architecture...

I don't talk about work, too much or too seriously, because on the off chance someone from work found this, I'd rather not have a record of my thoughts...

I'd probably talk about news if the news didn't talk about it so much...

I'd talk about poignant life moments or social commentary, but I haven't really been observing all that much lately and sometimes I feel like I'm prone to repeating myself...

apathy has rained on me, and now I'm feeling like a soggy dream. So close to drowning but I don't mind... I'm trapped inside this mental cage, throw my emotions in the grave (hell, who needs them anyway?)...

so, where do you go for your inspiration to write... usually I go around to other blogs to feel inspired - but that only works when people blog. of course, I haven't been roaming too far from what I have linked, so I'm sure there are other blogs of note out there... if you know of one or two or ten let me know... then maybe I can find others from whom I can bite some style...

in any case, maybe I would talk about the things I said I wouldn't talk about - I'm just afraid of the ensuing madness if the topic gets too sticky or touchy because the last thing I would want would be to lose friends and hurt feelings...

I love discussions, but people are to afraid to really discuss anything if it's not anonymous - I know I am, especially if I don't have the ammo to back up the opening volley... but I guess that's one way to learn... shoot first, ask questions later - that is, assuming I don't kill anything before it had the chance to grow into something worth discussing...

seriously... what would you say if I asked you why you picked the faith you did? Why am I Catholic? I'm Catholic not because I was raised Catholic. During college I probably went to Church only when it was convenient and usually only because I was home and my mother expected me to go, and I could not be remotely classified as faithful or devout... towards the end of college I started to question my faith and the Church and tried to see if I could find any reason to not believe. The internet being the big place that it is, has more than just objectionable material, it has information. The cool thing about a lot of the information is that someone was probably wondering the same things and posted it to share with everyone (isn't that nice?) so I tried to find everything out there that was against the Church and the bible and God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit... for everything one data point I found against the bible, I found three or four to support it. Many times, the sources which refute the existence of Jesus had no definitive or solid research on which to fall back. Then there is the arrogance of science thinking that it can find the answers to everything... but whatever...

why are you a republican... why are you a democrat... why don't you care about your government?

why do you only date people who share your ethnic heritage, religion, sexual preference.

why do you smoke. why do you drink alchohol.

why do we feel the need to be defined by those around us?

why do we or don't we care about what happens outside our zip code.

why do we care more about the business of other families while we ignore the business of our own...

why do we worry?

why do we put up or why are we stubborn?

apathy reigns supreme. in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. a wink is as good as a nod to a blind man.

There is so much that could be discussed... and yet we do not because on the net, the world is your forum, and by putting yourself out there you leave yourself vunerable...

and no one likes that.

but hey...

I'm too busy to talk about it in depth...

my words don't do it (or anything) much justice...

and it is just easier to tell you what "happened" today or what I ate for breakfast and lunch...

...

I had a cheese danish and a grande caramel mocha...

so far (six hours later), the cheese danish is only 3/4 eaten...

and I'm still working on it.

my...

how lovely...

so the tenet is that once you become comfortable at what you do, you need to start moving on, because what you are doing is no longer a challenge... so you need to keep growing.

I think it has something to do with the increased sense of urgency which I would assume is a good motivator - [which I think is a reason people procrastinate, because nothing motivates like a deadline that is 24 hours away] - it keeps you sharp [we hope] and thinking and moving and whatever (but as a blanket statement, that doesn't work because some people just don't care about anything and have no sense of urgency and there for are never really motivated to do anything.)

so when it gets easy, you get lax - because it becomes mundane...

sometimes I think I'd like a job that I can work 10 hours a day which doesn't require me to be stressed or to deal with idiots or to produce anything...

then I think... how boring.

... ... ...

I think I really want to be a carpenter when I grow up - because that would be cool - potential injuries aside. there is just something totally satisfying about building stuff...

the only problem is, I read that the average salary of a carpenter working independently is somewhere around 30k/year without benefits... at this point in my life I don't think I could make that kind of life change.

... ... ....

but who knows... a little bit of planning goes a long way.

I'm stopping my train here... I need to get back to work.

[queue - dance of the sugar plum faries]

so as I sit there, on the freeway, you know - driving to work. I get cut off by an bimmer whilst in between some solid white lines.

now I am not one to judge as I am prone to do the very same thing when I am in a hurry... or if I am just impatient (very often the two coincide) - but it just piled a tetris block of frustration (usually a Z-block or S-block on a perfectly flat configuration) on my stack for the day...

today I wasn't in a hurry - I was actually on time (for once)... but traffic was annoyingly slow. add another Z-block.

about a half a mile later, I discover that the cause for the congestion is due to the fact that a police car was investigating four cars on the side of the road - from my estimation, they were all speeding and he got all four of them, or they were all invloved in some fender bender.

oooh... big whup.

so in my head I'm thinking to the other cars on the road - you frustrating people are slowing everyone down because you want to rubber neck... Add four S-blocks in a row.

[music speeds up dramtically]

for a moment, however, I am thinking, well what if these people are slowing down for the sake of caution and not because they are stragely drawn to stare and some supposed misfortune... A T-block to complete a tetris-ready section and a straight-block for the tetris

[music slows - level up]

that thought quickly dissipates once I realize that I'm in the lane farthest from the accident and it's a four lane road. A bunch of square blocks and S-blocks which end up blocking gaps left by all the Z-blocks and other S-blocks

[game over - I never got any L-blocks and only the one T]

in any case - it got me thinking - just beacuse I do that when I experience a moment of guilt - why is it that we (and I generalize we, because I only know for sure about me, but it makes me feel better when I can attribute this to everyone else as well) why is it that we are so easy to believe the worst about a situation and it more difficult to believe in the good.

... ... ...

I need a hero...

of course we believe in the good of other people, but how often do we try to find faults in the person who has done good deeds. sure, we are content to believe the best, but once someone casts a tiniest shadow of doubt, the images begin to crumble and our heroes are torn down faster than we can build them up.

In our heads we think - really, who among us is truly noble? there are saints in the world (although not yet labeled because they aren't dead yet and they have not had three miracles attributed to them, and since they aren't dead you can't check the degree their bodies are incorrupted) so I guess they are noble, but for the rest of us shmoes?

[The "Do-you-think-you're-better-than-me? attitude - much more prevalent in some people than in others - I am much too arrogant for that, so I usually have the "Dude-I-am-so-totally-better-than-you-so-why-are-you-even-trying-to-argue" attitude - which probably angers people more than the former, since the former gives the other person an out for a comeback and the latter just makes you want to kick that person's ass. In any case, though however rare, I do recognize when I am bested and I shut up when I am put in my place - and although I accept it, it doesn't mean that I have to like it - but this is not about me]

we really do need heroes. we need something to believe in because that gives us hope. it is so easy for us to dispair, regardless of how much faith you have, even if it be for just the slightest moment.

everyday heroes make us believe in the goodness of ourselves. they help us to realize, or reinforce rather, that we, as individuals and as people, are capable of great good. the problem becomes when we believe in it so much that our heroes are no longer elevated, but become peers, and at once we believe that we are able to achieve that which we have not... not to say that the potential isn't there, but that the feat is no longer special or important. That familiarity then breeds contempt, for the acknowledgement they received for doing what we believe we could do (but haven't) generates jealousy - why should they get credit for doing what everyone else can do. Of course, no one else has done it - but what does that matter - because the your own individual is important.

good job. how often is that praise really genuine or are they just empty words which we feel obliged to speak? can we really look inside ourselves and say, yes - we really do care about it? Or, is most congratulation that we might believe is authentic because we believe, in some small recess of ourselves, that we contributed in some small way or in some way benefit from the action and therefore we share in the celebration. Do we truly believe our congratulation without motive or is our applause merely just going through the motions?

if someone you don't know somewhere else achieves something, and you read about it or are told second hand and neither participated nor profited, do you really care?

Me? no, not really. I think, how nice for that person. I give an approving nod and then it becomes a forgettable factoid.

Although, it's a little different with family and friends, because if someone you know is completely happy about something which you neither helped nor benefit from, seeing them happy makes you happy because they are happy. Not nearly so much if you were a part of it, but you still feel for them and that's love. But then how long does that praise last once they leave? For the person receiving the acclaim, it lasts much longer than the person giving it.

Ah - so then the praise isn't about you - it's about the other person. For me personally - I'd rather not hear it unless it's real - and it doesn't have to be some exuberant display of gushing affection. it can be a simple, camly stated - "Good job" or "That's a good deck" or "Good play" or simply "Thank you"...

because when it's real - it doesn't have to be trumpets and trombones - the simple fact that it is real makes it resonate throughout the universe.

so love changes everything. it excuses many things, and forgives much more readily. so why is it so hard for everyone to love everyone else?

"why should I?"... that would be the question most people would ask first. followed by - "they haven't done anything for me" or "I don't even know them"

also, in general, there are just some people that just plain piss you off - and you only have some much strength to endure that person that there is none left for any effort to try to change your thinking in a way to embrace that person...

what can I say... it happens.

but it doesn't mean we stop trying.

so today - say something nice and mean it - I don't know how you can do that because you have every right to feel what you feel, but maybe there is some way to change your perspective to feel the way you "should" feel or rather in a way that allows you to love that person in some way.

but that's the trick hunh?

and you know what?

sometimes we are just tired and it's just easier to snap, or to yell, or to get angry, or to ignore...

so we pray for strength (because that's where patience comes from), because distancing yourself is just like ignoring it, unless you are really working through it (but just away) which works...

::: ::: :::

authors create fictional characters to whom we all can look up to and believe are perfect examples - superpowers and dizzying intellect aside. they are immune to the effects of petty jealousy, because we know they aren't real. they can endure the most minute scrutiny because the author can make them perfect.

we can live in those worlds for the short time we are reading about the or watching them - sharing their experiences and relating with their triumphs and their losse... but we have to come back to the real world...

maybe there are lessons we can really learn (and not that you can solve your problems with martial arts and guns) from these heroes, instead of forgetting very quickly to take away anything good because the heroes are imaginary and because what we experienced wasn't really real...

but if you felt something - doesn't that make it real?

::: ::: :::

I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night...

he realized that he had to choose between thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief and as an adventurer in quest of his treasure

perspective... point of view... that's how you take lemons and make lemonade... how you go from wanting to be consoled to consoling..

It's not often that money saves a person's life.

it is usually another person... they usually do something to save you. and if losing money is all it takes to keep you alive and keep you going, well then maybe it's not such a bad predicament

Don't think about what you've left behind

History is important, but it more important to not dwell on the past... the present is what matters...

It is said that the darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn.

it has been said many times, yet how often do we realize it in our lives?

There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.

that leads me to question, what happens to us once we fail? Given that we do not fear failure, yet fail - that probably means we were not on the right path... or we just keep trying - for a life in pursuit of a dream is probably [because I don't know] better than a life letting the dream die...

At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fates. That's the world's greatest lie. Whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it.

if you substitute "universe" with "God", I could probably say that has been my experience throughout my life - without realizing it for most of my life...

When something happens once, it will never happen again. But when it happens twice, it will surely happen a third time.

probability or conspiracy? interesting... almost superstitious... but forewarned is forearmed - so long as it doesn't dictate your path...


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