Is lucid dreaming, and it daytime equivalent, merely the homo sapiens adaptation to sleeping with one eye open, but not necessarily in trees, ever? Reflecting and contemplating the results of one's agony and ecstasy (ecstagony) are dual procedures incarnated for the sa-me purpose, to reveal the me-and-thee-ing (meaning) of any particular moment of their current visitation of the good earth?
I have a habit of finding fault (projecting my negative attributes upon his behavior) with my younger brother. I do the sa-me thing with my youngest brother, but he got me into and over the hump with computers, so we see eye to eye infrequently as long as I dumb down to let him "protect" me. Yep, he's an Aquarius.
My younger brother is apparently in love with diesel engines. Particularly ones with worn-out mufflers. He's driving a small pickup he musta got in a junk yard somewhere that ain't got nary a muffler on it. The old fool seems to ignore that the whole neighborhood can HEAR the way he sneaks around looking for somebody to didactically instruct on how to learn by doing. A favorite Sagittarius theme for sermonizing. But, that's not why I think he does it.
My younger brother talks loud. He talks loud in order to be heard over the noise of a diesel engine. Even if there is no diesel engine running in the background. He's cunning, and aware of it in most all ways, but I don't think he's self-observed this one trait as thoroughly as he might milk it for. When he stops displaying these characteristics for me to project on, I might be left high and dry.
I don't have a handle on how I might react if either of my younger brothers died before me. I found out through my father that I couldn't possibly have known how I'd react to his death. Not much at first. I was still caught up in maintaining the defense system I had built for protecting myself from him as a child. I was truly afraid of him even as he lay dying. It was only upon the occasion of his death when I laid my hand on his bald head to see if it was cold, did I start to stop fearing him. I'm not sure his final solution did the trick.
My brothers and I have never physically assaulted each other, yet. Both of them are much more friendly and gregarious than me, and they seem to arrange to be in situations where their audiences accepts that their needs to speak up to be heard. It's just part of their extensive leadership training. They've had public speaking and debate training and competed on a national level for recognition and the tremulous, spooky now-ya-see-'em/now-ya-don't perks of public esteem.
My younger brother, the Sagittarius, is or appears to be a contentious person too, but mostly as a ploy for fun and games. Along with a pushy, tendentious smirk that habitually appears as he gloats dismissively over the people who foolishly take him serious. He brashly attempts to bulldog people into doing something foolish that could possibly embarrass them, then he becomes his spirit guide Lobo, and goes for their throat. No blame. It's all the rage on the nature shows. Territorial imperative. All animals do it but One.
He admits this himself. He holds an annual party each year to serve wild game that includes roadkill, and the guests are told, but not informed as to which is which. I trust fish products from China more than the possibility of drawing the short straw at my younger brother's primitive feasts.
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.
