The Steem game is no longer as fascinating as it used to be. The idea has slipped to just another weigh to burn thyme, and there are enough other things to pay attention to. Meta-physics abounds, as Paris is burning.
Sometimes, truth is fiction and fiction is truth. Santa Claus is real, as soon as you put on the uniform.
Doc believe in easter bunnies, they are crunchy and tasty with ketchup. We believe in gnomes, and spiders and snakes. Nothing is real and everything is reel - from human scale we can turn around the entire perspective.
Pretty Kitty has grown up to be quite a tigress. Doc has been blessed to have animal totems that continually take care to warn him of impending strangeness. The same cat returns, over again, in different characters of the same fractal morphology.
Every cat perceives itself to be a tiger. The fractal reality is one of a zen of control - something a dog never ever attempts. This one led me to believe in myself and was gone when i returned back to the place where the journey began. I wonder, if when next i appear there, she wont be waiting for me.
Don't it turn your brown eyes green? The trick is to send enough zen energy to reverse your image on the film - the negative of you is there, in another time/space. Limits of time and space are unnatural - by moving beyond, we can get to where the knew past is being created by the future we intend.
Photographs make good castles in the sands of thyme.