The Free Radical

How’s your footing these days? What’s your understanding?

Is it just me, or is the television news and the “events” therein described resembling more and more a bad episode of the Three Stooges? I know, I know… there’s no such thing as a bad episode of the Three Stooges! And I must fully admit that the number of stooges far exceeds three!

Lately we’ve been doing the full circuit. Even on the treacherous “Tibetan Trail” most of the snow has melted, so it at least makes the descent into the river valley possible… I just have to choose my footing carefully… while Sitka chases tumbling rocks around my feet, thinking it’s all just a marvellous game.

But surface appearances can be deceiving. Just because the trail presents itself as bare ground doesn’t mean it lends itself to careless ease. Depending on the places where the sun manages to filter through the trees… or not, the bare ground is either frozen solid– and hence resembling marbles on a hardwood floor– or else there’s lovely patches of mud which are every bit as slippery as plain ice. My bum is muddy!

Maybe I should just close my eyes and tuck and roll! Naw, that’s just a copout. “Before jumping to any conclusions, caution is advised.” Who said that? The quiet still voice within– oh yeah, that know-it-all!

I know you’ve heard it all before… numerous times, but things are not as they appear. Just check it against your innards. Doesn’t it perhaps feel like your pancreas has gotten fed up and moved residence into your left elbow, while your liver decided to give ‘er, claiming the space from where your pancreas just bugged out, all according to some obscure code written in magic invisible spy ink in your “junk” DNA? No? Hm, maybe it’s just me. I feel… rearranged…

“Look Ma! I’m being the change…!” I’m just not too sure what it all means. Everyone’s still hawking their propaganda like tomorrow there may be no gullibles left… Oh, wouldn’t that be something! People stopped buying the shit… and the whole world lived happily ever after.