It really was cold last night. My brother's dogs were barking all night. I lay there thinking they were barking to stay warm. The reason I thought that was something I read about mourning doves cooing not only to attract males, but to create egg shells inside their body. Animals gotta do something to survive really cold temps, but if my theory is correct, why are the cows not mooing to initiate body warmth.
I dreamed of being endlessly lost in an industrial area this morning. Inside the buildings I kept going through doors that led to more doors, and outside there were chain link fences that herded me back inside. If I crawled over the fence there was always another fence. Then, I got really worried because this place was in a strange town, and my wife and children were waiting for me. I didn't see them, but I knew they were out there waiting for hours and hours for me to walk out of this building.
Even in the dream I knew they had abandoned me decades earlier, but there they were waiting, waiting. I woke up having to go pee, and I couldn't afford not to because I needed to turn the shower on to keep it from freezing up. I was running around naked at three o'clock in the morning and it was fifteen degrees Fahrenheit trying to save my pipes from bursting. I did, but even though the Sun has been up several hours now, it's still below freezing in my house. My fingers are lucky to be typing.
I use the expression "specious present" occasionally. It's an archaic descriptor for the eternal now. I found it in an old unabridged dictionary, but nowhere in the newer ones. The way I found it was looking up the term "specious". Specious means that something is plausible, but not quite convincing. I understood why the eternal now is called specious from meditating. When I practice meditating I have to let go of what's on my mind about the future or the past. I have to be present and accounted for.
To stay or remain in the present I learned to treat the stuff that pops up in my attention as though it is plausible, but not convincing, and I have to do that in the present moment. It's almost like sleeping with one eye open. Like wot happened when I slept in trees. I had to sleep to recuperate from my previous waking activities, but i had to keep from getting et up by one of humanity's predators in the interim.
Wouldn't it be just weird if the information on this blog were true:
http://aangirfan.blogspot.com/2009/01/palestinians-are-most-likely-original.html
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
