Wednesday, June 24, 2026

The Ego has a moment and the soul learns nothing

There was a moment, years ago, when I thought I understood exactly the relationship between my ego and my soul. And now, I spent a morning haunted by that lost clarity. Which now seems like the lost light from another realm. An image, briefly captured, but now dried up and leeched of the color of true understanding. 

I wrote Sometimes ego is not as clever as it thinks it is. When things go wrong, Ego has a tantrum. Ego hides. Ego walks away. 

I was journalling towards healing a past wound, describing it as an ego lesson. To understand the lesson, I needed to make sense of the nature of ego and the masks it wears to impersonate my true self. Because your ego is not you. I knew that then, and I still know it. But to be frank, I am unsure of whether I retained my past sensitivity at detecting the difference between the two, after more than a decade of trying to survive in a world intensely optimized for ego stroking on a massive scale. 

I remember once reading that Gurdjieff and his closest disciples played a game of cutting each other down with insults. A game designed to pare away the ego's disguise and enable the higher self to take control. 2026 sensibilities would no doubt define such an exercise as toxic and abusive. But that replaces introspection with something more comfortable and easily accessible. Outrage. The ego has a moment and the soul learns nothing.

The ego is your child, shaped by others.

The ego is merely an idea of you. A reactionary youngling that doesn't want to appear stupid or scared or mean or, above all, wrong. I could use other, more specific slurs and buzzwords, but I'm sure you know them already. Because no safe space remains for the insult game anymore. It has evolved into something fiercely fixated on annihilation. Something that feeds attention economies and drives ever-shifting power hierarchies. 

So, where are we? Are souls blinded by the illumination of so many ego-driven meltdowns polluting our mental horizons? Has your ego become the dictator that numbs you from feeling anything real? That makes you afraid to look at anything with emotional honesty?

Tuesday, April 21, 2026

How to create a book cover illustration (Case Study: Sultan and Charlemagne and the Wild Winds of Time)

 Images can say so much more than words and with the cover art we wanted to convey Sultan's larger-than-life charisma, while at the same time making sure that the little cat on his back (Charlemagne, of course) doesn't completely disappear from view. There's quite a size difference between an elephant and an ordinary cat. Preparations began with several elephant drawing for practice, which weren't worth publishing here. This early concept drawing was done with soft pastels. 

The cat in this early sketch was a little crude and the red lines and paw prints didn't really work. So I switched to my treasured Colleen colored pencils to be able to show greater detail on our two animal protagonists.
The background was done with oil pastels (one of my favorite mediums). Here detail was less important than strong color. 
I added lettering, just to see how the white on blue would look. 
The finished illustration on the sketch pad. It was done in A3 size. We experimented with different fonts and even different colors for the lettering. 
Would you have gone with the red lettering instead? At this point we decided to make Sultan's blanket a brighter red as well, which looks so much better.
The final version. From the first sketches to here took about two weeks. Don't forget, Sultan and Charlemagne and the Wild Winds of Time will still be available at 75 percent off on all platforms until 30 June 2026. Click the link below to go to the sales portal. (You know you want to!)

Thursday, April 16, 2026

75 percent OFF for 75 days... Book Promotion for Sultan and Charlemagne and the Wild Winds of Time



"The tale of Sultan and Charlemagne oozes with old world charm and a sense of wonder. As the two animal protagonists tumble on a romp through time and space, they also learn more about the value of life on our beautiful blue-green planet. The story is told with great vision, insight and imagination."

Sultan and Charlemagne and the Wild Winds of Time was written by my late cousin, Ben, a mischievous storyteller, whose insatiable curiosity made him into a well-read visionary, who was always full of ideas and suggestions on how to make the world a better place. These noble sentiments found a focus in an endearing fable in which the adorable young elephant Sultan and his accidental companion, Charlemagne the cat explore human history through the lens of their innocence. My main contribution to this project was the cover illustration, a mixed media work of colored pencils, oil pastels and black ink.

Starting tomorrow, the ebook will be available for only 99c across various platforms. This promotion will last until the 30th of June. After that, it will be available at that price for an additional 31 days on Smashwords, to coincide with the Smashwords annual Winter/Summer Sale

Follow our adventurous friends Sultan and Charlemagne by clicking on the link below. Happy reading.

Saturday, April 11, 2026

Watching the Grass Grow...

When I was a kid, one of our projects was growing beans. You know the stages: wrinkled skin on day one; then that fracture through which the root pushes; the first sight of greenery... And so on...

Fast forward to today, and I find that same simple pleasure in growing pet grass for my (mostly indoor) cats. About two weeks ago, I began a new grass patch and decided to document the process. 

Day one: Nothing to see. To begin the process, you have to punch a few holes at the bottom on the container and then add water to the mulch and seed. 

Day three: Beginnings. Look closely and you'll see the beginnings of an almost translucent root system at the bottom of the container.
I'm not the only one taking an interest. Leo's also taking note. Behind him, the old patch, which really needs to be replaced.

Day five: they're here! The first blades are breaking ground. 

Day seven: everything green. It's difficult to imagine now that there was nothing a mere seven days earlier. This is the fun part. You can literally see them growing.
Leo is happy with the results. Every morning he spends some quality time presiding over his grass. He doesn't eat that much of it, but he loves to wash it.


Saturday, August 16, 2025

Sleeping through #Caturday (sharing a sketch and a little extra)

 

Just a sketch on a Saturday afternoon...

And a little fun with watercolors...




Friday, August 8, 2025

Friday Flash Fiction - John Sable


Everybody remembered the Great Crash of '27. The crash that killed the line. There was soot for weeks after. Old folks coughing. Trucks to take away all the bodies. 

When the ravine finally stopped smoking, Eli climbed down. He had to know. Was this Number 847? Big John Sable? If only his Grandpaw was here to see.

Two days later, he was back with soap and polish. As he cleared away the broken branches, he discovered a line of sorts beneath the iron wheels. Well, almost a line.

The footplate rumbled beneath his hiking shoes, and as he looked out, he no longer saw the tomb of the familiar valley. Only Big John Sable. Gleaming and ready. With the hiss of old steam and even older memories, number 847 was waking again, slowly meandering towards stations previously unseen. 

(Been so long since I last shared one of these, it seems that #FlashFriday is no longer a thing. Or rather it has morphed into another thing. Nevermind. Hope you all enjoy this story - Carine)
Image credit: hpgruesen on Pixabay

Sunday, July 27, 2025

Nu-Grimm Variations on Familiar Fairy Fales

If Charlie Brookner used anime as a medium and decided to tackle the timeless folktales of Willem and Jacob Grimm. That's how I would describe The Grimm Variations, because you soon realize that although there are momentary hints of stylistic sweetness, it's counter-balanced by unsettling realities that have nothing in common with the magical charm of Ghibli-land. 

In episode one we meet a Cinderella who kills with kindness. Lady Kiyoko is delighted when her father marries again, and she gains two sisters in the bargain. But then the gaslighting begins.

Episode two amplifies the menace of a big bad wolf hunting tender female flesh in a futuristically virtual environment. 

Hansel and Gretel must choose between the stark environment of an institution under the iron rule of the stern "mama" and "papa" and questions raised by the subversive ideas of the old woman they meet in the forest. 

N, a former literary prodigy, struggles to reprise past successes. But then he publishes The Elves and the Shoemaker - at the same time living its theme of benefiting from the labor of a secret, magical helper. The current discourse around AI-assisted writing makes episode four particularly relevant.

The musicians of Bremen (episode 5) become a metaphor for girl power and found family in a Wild West setting. Unlike the preceding episodes, which featured a jazzy soundtrack, this one draws on moody, bluesy rock interpretations of classical Beethoven. 

The story of the Pied Piper is about the irresistible attraction exerted by a stranger upon an isolated village.  About exchanging the oppressive familiarity of xenophobia for the uncertain thrill of exploration. About the power of music and the fact that self-discovery is a one-way-street from which there is no return. 

Each installment is framed by an exchange between the scholarly Grimm brothers and their adorable younger sibling. 

The themes of each of the stories are timeless and serve well as a lens that shapes our future dreams and nightmares, the fault-lines inherent in our society. The unsettling relationship between hunter and hunted has become a template for story genres as diverse as romance and horror. The oppressed angel of virtue makes compelling political drama, inviting narratives about victimhood being donned as costume and becoming an identity. The fear of unearned success lies at the very heart of the imposters syndrome that plagues so many creatives. And sometimes only the blind courage of innocents and fools can defeat cruelty and corruption powered by self-interest. 

We have interacted with versions of these tropes for hundreds of years. And they remain accessible even today.

Trigger warnings: The stories contain violence, disturbing scenes and adult situations. They are not for kids. 




Thursday, August 24, 2023

Snowpiercer: A Reaction to the Eternal Engine

When I told my friend that I had started watching Snowpiercer, I described it as hectic and messed-up. He replied that that was an accurate assessment. But I finished the series last night and what a ride it's been. 

Snowpiercer is set in an apocalyptic hellscape covered with snow, where one high-speed train houses what's left of humanity (and a few random other creatures). The train was created as a billionaire's wet dream where a privileged few could survive in the lap of luxury, supported by a crew of necessary workers in third class. But at the last moment, there was a stampede and the tail was occupied by as many of the unticketed masses who could squeeze in at the last moment. Everyone grieves. Everyone lost so much. Adaptation is survival, but among the lowest of the low, a revolution is brewing. 

It's a compelling story and it grew on me. Not to mention that the train Snowpiercer is a wonder and the development of subcultures and ceremonies aboard the train makes it feel authentic and real. The leads Andre Layton (played by Daveed Diggs) and Melanie Cavill (played by Jennifer Connelly) are each driven by visions that are at times overpowering and lead them to make heartbreaking sacrifices. 

Snowpiercer was based on a French graphic novel by Jacques Lob and was previously filmed by director Bong Joon-ho. It is available for streaming on Netflix. 

Sexiest character: The train Snowpiercer 
Best performances: Sean Bean as Wilford (why is he so good at doing characters that are morally compromised); Alison Wright as Ruth; Mickey Sumner as Bess Till. 
Best Bromance: Bennett and Javi. 
Most interesting character arc: John'Oz' Osweiler 
Character I would have loved to see more of: The Last Australian. 
Trigger warning: violence; suicide 
Most tragic passenger: Asha 
Scariest characters: The Drs Headwood 
Most breathtaking moment: When Javi says "I'm at the bridge." 
Most inhuman display of courage: Josie

Sunday, September 5, 2021

The Great Pandarian Staff Swindle (Or how I discovered a hidden social welfare system in World of Warcraft)

Every monk has its demon, they say. Even if that monk is a digital furry and his demon, a somewhat dodgy idea of digital opportunity. As a returning World of Warcraft player, I found myself experimenting with my first Pandarian character (and my first monk) and right there -Quest number one - I made an unexpected discovery. The objective was to go get a staff and return to the master. But, because I really like using that unlock feature on WOW, I clicked it a second time after taking my staff. And discovered that it was possible to take a second staff. As I continued, I began to wonder about this possibility. How many staffs can you take from the training ground? In the interests of scientific enquiry (of course) I decided to create a second Pandarian monk to find out. That's when I found out that the Wandering Isle was generous beyond belief.
My (second) Pandarian helped herself to almost a backpack full of staffs. To exchange those staffs for currency, she needed to reach a merchant. This required her to complete Quests 1 and 2 first before she could begin her neferious dealings. Quest 3 involved sparring with the Huojin trainees, but at this point she was able to go AWOL instead and track down the nearest available merchant.
It was slightly risky, because to reach him she needed to move through the aggressive Fe-Feng, without yet having achieved the ability to heal herself, if injured.
Lee Sunspark - blacksmith and 'fence'. It was slightly risky, because to reach him she needed to move through the very aggressive Fe-Feng, without yet having achieved the ability to heal herself, if injured. She had the luck of the devil, though, and was able to return to the training grounds without incident for a second load of staffs. Yes, even after handing in Quest no 1, you can still take as many training staffs as you want. At this point, I deleted the little guttersnipe and switched back to my original Panderian. But, here's where it gets crazy. 14 training staffs = 1 silver 56 copper. After 75 trips, she would see her first gold. 75,000 trips and she would have over 1000 gold, while still a puny level 3. Okay, it would be v-e-r-y time consuming. And boring after a while. There are many better ways of earning gold. And World of Warcraft is about more than gold. Isn't it?

Sunday, July 4, 2021

The Two Best Things About The Netflix series Sweet Tooth...

... are Gus's ears. You just can't stop watching them. The way they rise and droop to show what's going on in his fireball mind. They are also a large part of why it's so easy to suspend disbelief that hybrid children do exist. It helps that Christian Convery has been abundantly blessed with the natural beauty some kids just have. It's equally fascinating to observe his interactions with other animals - such as the way he draws deer to him in moments of high emotion. All these things contribute to making him more than just an adorable little boy with antlers. The world of Sweet Tooth is a surprisingly relatable dystopia, especially in the time of Covid. As we do, many of its people mask up and stay home in the hope that it will keep them safe. Luckily we do not observe some of their more extreme rituals - such as immolation of the infected, but we could all imagine a pandemic going that bad - a totalitarian police state where fear makes people do terrible things. In a way, the characters represent the various points at which integrity, compromise and survival intersect. We can empathise with the difficult choices Dr Singh faces, but the ruthlessness of Last Men represents the emergence of humanity's darker side. It would have been nice to see more of Bear's bold animal army - they deserve a spin-off series - although the plight of that poor tiger in the container crate worries me. Aimee perhaps represents the best in humanity, even as General Abbott represents the worst. For Big Man and for Bear, meeting Gus represents an invitation to confront their demons and change. But it's mostly Gus that we're rooting for, because Gus represents our longing for freedom, our hope at finding that Brave New World beyond the sadness. I can't wait for Season 2 to be available. This has been awesome.

Sunday, July 19, 2020

Review: The Tower at Stony Wood by Patricia A McKillip

The Tower of Stony Wood begins with the deceptive simplicity of a medieval style fairy tale. A lady in a tower and a knight on his dark charger. But the first lady we meet is no princess, but merely an errant baker's daughter who has sought to escape from her chores in a mysteriously magical place she does not quite understand. And the knight has to be persuaded by an unlikely tale to leave his somewhat happy life for a quest that may not even be real. And so the layers begin.

For there is more than one tower to explore and more than one enchantment to challenge. As the hero of this tale, Cyan Dag is a likely knight - the provenance of his family name is his main inheritance, but he lacks the means to woo the lady he loves. Melanthos is compelled to stitch together sense of faraway mysteries, but she does not quite realize that the greatest enigma has tangled itself into her own family. And then there is Thayne, who needs magic, but must also learn what to do with it once it finds him.

The characterization is stellar and enables interactions to be emotionally realistic throughout. Even relatively minor characters like Regis Aurum, Anyon and Gentian feel authentic throughout. Melanthos and Sel are exquisitely rendered and it's wonderful to encounter a female trickster for a change. The atmosphere of magic that permeates the story makes the plot seem hazy at times, but I suppose that is in the nature of tales of fantasy.

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Leo and the Christmas Tree

Just a fun post to share some highlights of our youngest feline, Leo's first Chirstmas.

So what's in this box...






It's up and someone else sneaked in to reap the benefits...


Close-up on Beanie (who adores tinsel and Christmas trees)...


Leo examines things from a different angle...


Yay!



Wishing you all a merry Christmas...

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Review: Four Princes by John Julius Norwich

The Four Princes of the title (in order of appearance) Henry VIII, Francis I, Charles V and Suleiman the Magnificent were all born within a ten year span, born to be powerful rulers, collectively controlling a large chunk of Europe, as well as that portion of Asia once described as the center of the world. Together and separately, they made bold movements on the game-board that was their domain. But that's not to say they were necessarily in agreement. In fact, they were frequently split by seasons of warfare. Theirs was an era when Protestantism rose, when Islam was at the back door and on the porch of Western Europe and when art flowered as it had never before.

What makes this book so fascinating is the way Mr Norwich connects the dots to provide a detailed overview of a significant turning point in European history. Or perhaps we should say, a collection of turning points. With the specter of Brexit looming ever closer (at the time of writing), it's worth remembering that Britain had once before shocked Europe by breaking with it. Interesting details emerge, even about Henry VIII best known (to me) of the princes, through a comprehensive collection of anecdotes taken from contemporary observers. You will learn, for example, who had the largest cannons, why the Mona Lisa ended up in the Louvre and how a collection of plucky crusaders survived the ambitions of one of the largest armies of the 16th century.

Four Princes by John Julius Norwich is a huge recommend to anyone who loves history as much as I do.

Monday, September 16, 2019

Oddly petty crimes...

Yesterday, as I was strolling down the street I live in, I noticed a sign on the wall of a property, asking visitors to phone for entry as the intercom had disappeared. That got me wondering. Wouldn't you get bad karma from using a security device that had been stolen in the first place? I mean, if it couldn't have stopped that crime, what makes you think you would be luckier?

It also brought another incident to mind. Years ago, I worked for a food delivery service and one morning when we arrived, we discovered that the security camera had been stolen...

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Are some cats more empathic than others?

Yesterday, there was a car accident around the corner. Quite a loud smash. All three of our cats were startled by the sound, but two of them went right back to sleep. Not Beanie, the 14-year-old female. She continued to look distressed (despite reassurances and a little bit of TLC), for as long as the stricken vehicles still stood there and as the traffic police took down statements. I should add that all of this went on completely outside her field of vision. There were sirens, briefly, but no loud voices or arguing that I could hear. Yet Beanie only relaxed once everything had been cleared up.

So, what would you say? Are some cats more empathic than others?



(This particular photo of Beanie had been taken some years ago.)

Wednesday, September 4, 2019

A Thousand Breaths...

What if no life was longer than a thousand breaths...

Our society defines and measures life in terms of bodies. A birth marks the beginning. A death marks the ending. And everything in between is called life. In many ways, this is a flawed mode of perception, a bit like defining what you are, from the perspective of your shoes or your coat, if you ask me.

Consider the following paradox. The aforementioned physical body does not always cease to be immediately in the moment that life does. Instead, it slowly stops working and runs down, but, as science has proven, machines can take over the functions of that physical being, such as breathing and heartbeat. While we call the inflation and deflation of lungs the prolonging of 'life', it is not really enough by anyone's definition. The running down/decaying process too can be halted by artificial means. But, although that spark of life does occasionally and miraculously return, it remains the wildcard of the arrangement. It cannot always be dictated to. What life really is, remains invisible. It is the symptoms of life that we mistake for life itself.

Which brings me to the next thought. Physicality is a side effect of life. It's not the other way around, even though everything in our society and around us tries to shove it down our throats. Life comes (invisibly) before bodies. Life continues (invisibly) after bodies. Perhaps in many of its purer expressions, life exists entirely independently of bodies. Close your eyes for a moment and imagine you are flying, as far and as fast as you want to. Now, open your eyes and behold the dense imprisonment surrounding your body with limitations. My point? Why bodies? Or rather, why bodies with such limited features?

So, let's throw away the concept of bodies as yardstick and begin again...

Years ago, when a friend of mine was going through his divorce, I made the statement that perhaps, within a "lifetime" we go through thousands of lives and deaths, as we constantly change who and what we are. In his response, he compared those past "lives" to snake skins, still retaining our shape, but no longer filled with our essence. Like beads, we string along millions of lives held together by the frail, false continuity of our physical identity. And when that physical identity ceases? Do we run out of beads, just because we run out of string?

Like I said before, what if no life was more than a thousand breaths.... but at the same time we had access to an infinite number (and "infinite number" is in itself a paradox and a contradiction) of lives.

An infinite number of new beginnings...

A thousand breaths...

Friday, August 16, 2019

From inside a tree...

... the view is surprisingly magical.


It's such a peaceful place to be too. If I was on my own, I would have stayed much longer...



I suppose you would want to see the tree from the outside too, so here goes...



And another...


The photos were taken earlier this year. Although it was a warm place, it was cool and quiet inside. Like I said, I could have stayed in there for a long long time if I was on my own.



Who knows? Maybe I'll come back here sometime in my dreams...

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Dog park reverie

Joined my sister for a walk in the park with her dog Anabel and some of our visiting Dutch relatives. We sat at one of the tables for cool drinks and sandwiches, when I noticed that we had a furry observer. He sat a little way off, trying not to be too obvious about the fact that he was intently focused on our sandwiches.

My sister and I immediately saved some pieces for him. He growled at Anabel, when my sister also gave Anabel a piece of hers.

Our one relative (my mom's cousin's husband) observed that the dog belonged to no one. That his coat lacked shine and seemed neglected. And that he was ignored by the other dogs. None of them engaged him in playing or chasing games.

The dog was not thin. But he was on his guard. He had no "protector", obviously. This sad dog had the freedom of the park. But it wasn't the magical place of fun and excitement for him.

I thought how this park - it's a fairly big park, and like I said, very popular with dog owners - could be such a special place for all the happy dogs playing and cavorting with each other (Anabel included) and here was one for whom it was something else. This was a little like the paradox of the starving wolf that is free and the chained dog, who is well-fed - and the myriad of character compromises that lurks within the shiny coat of that chained dog.

After we gave him our tidbits, and my sister went off to play with Anabel, I blew some luck on him. I asked if I could touch him (I wasn't sure because he had growled at Anabel.) He let me stroke his head. Another tidbit of mental nourishment? Then he got up and somewhat stiffly walked off, not minding all the frivolous pouches cavorting about.

(The pics in this post are not of the sad old dog - by the time it occurred to me to take one of him, he had already gone off)

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Review: Numb by Sean Ferrell

For a book not classified as horror, Numb by Sean Ferrell has a lot of blood in it. The main character is unable to perceive pain, so every couple of pages he casually bleeds over something, someone or both. Sometimes this is accidental. Often it's intentional. I cannot tell you his name, because his other affliction is amnesia. Therefore he doesn't know who he is either. Professionally and personally, he goes by the moniker of Numb.

In most types of books where amnesia is used as a device, the pursuit of idnetity usually drives the plot. In this case, however, Ferrell plays another game entirely. He uses this blank canvas status and lack of personal history to turn his character into a metaphor, exposing society's voracious appetite for fame. Numb's unique relationship to pain becomes his brand and a mirror which reflects some of the hidden twists and kinks of celibrity - particularly how it impacts on friendship and relationships.

I'm not sure I liked any of the characters. Mal, perhaps. There is a very authentic feel to him, although it would have sucked to be his friend. Yet the book makes a compelling read. Recommended, if you can stomach all that random bloodletting.

Friday, December 15, 2017

Exactly HOW are we dumbing ourselves down?

That's the question I posed this morning to my IF (Imaginary Friend) and he immediately returned with counter question. It was a good one. He asked On what level does this dumbing down take place?

So, we narrowed it down to comprehension (although perhaps you could also say understanding or awareness) and expression. In other words, the one happens internally, in the privacy of your own mind, while the other is about communicating that awareness to others. An interesting and helpful distinction.

That means we can create questions for further clarity:

1. Am I still having the same level of awakenings as I did a couple of years? And if not, why not?

I had one this morning (which is what I'm writing about), but I have over the past year or so felt a type of 'thinning'. I would be asking myself, if something is interfering, what is it. I've been looking at a number of possible suspects. Last year September (2016), I got my first real smartphone (I still have only the one) and yes it is a distracting and absorbing device. So many of its features are designed to trigger some form of neural addiction and there were definitely times when getting prompted into compulsive consumption of digital content and services served to disable some of the super features inherent in my consciousness. In connecting to infinity and my inner awareness. In many ways, paying more attention to social media compels you more and more to take linear timelines for granted, and that has the unfortunate side effect of lessening your awareness of less linear ways of perceiving.

On that subject, I should add that I think I have been reading more this past year. Now my relationship with reading is a very interesting one. For nearly all my life, reading has acted as my passport to wonder. Growing up in a locale where I felt very little connection to the society around me, I have always looked to books to discover new worlds and imagine new versions of myself. You could say, the librarian is my dealer. One of the side effects of my awakening, though, was reading less and also reading in different ways. I would absorb a book randomly, rather than going page by page. Around this time, I also discovered the most ironic of books - The Goddess vs The Alphabet by Leonard Shlain - which argues that learning to read has profoundly influenced our ways of perceiving our world and the infinity that surrounds us. It suggests that reading has rewired our brain and since it functions by a linear process of revelation, has forced our minds to act in more linear ways. Reading typically follows a marked path. Wandering off in your thoughts still happens but is it really possible to imagine how revelation might take place to the non-reading mind?

Remember, clickbait articles also function on the very linear process of hook/reward, often delaying that reward over several installments. It guides your perception and your thinking and the question should be asked: Is it a good guide? Or does it have its own agendas? But I digress.

Another change this year, has been doing new kind of work. From 2012-2016, I worked ghostwriting on travel destinations. This year, I began doing transcription work and faced different kinds of deadlines. That change could well have contributed to more distracted and less aware me. I also began to work on an ongoing new writing project (more about this at a much later stage) which has also turned out to be quite absorbing.

2. How has the process of communicating awareness to others changed in the past year or so?

Wow. Lots of ways. What I've noticed is that nearly everybody seems to be so much angrier of late, no doubt a sign of how polarizing the news media has become. One sign of this is that the truth depends very much on who's telling it. But we all know that already and while I may philosophically approve of variable realities, I must admit to being somewhat disappointed by some of the dominant ones that are surfacing. There is NO respect at all for opposing viewpoints. There is an ongoing chase to join the coolest SJW lynch mob. The majority of contemporary output is reactionary to something.

But because of this, I suspect everybody secretly fears themselves to be under attack in their most holiest place. Notice, even my phrasing in the last sentence could serve as a trigger to the militantly atheistic, even though I meant it as a figure of speech. Language has become both weaponized and monetized and sometimes it's difficult to find words and phrases that aren't inherently offensive in some way. In an ideal world, communication is a bridge between souls. But in reality, we are becoming so fearful of honestly expressing our thoughts that we introduced the checkpoints, with our internalized memes as border controls to keep undesirable thoughts from settling.

Now, first a word or two about the benefits of exposing yourself to so-called undesirable thought. If I look back on journals and past stories and story ideas, some of the best have resulted from some very abrasive undesirable thoughts. Remember the oyster and the pearl. It creates some awesomeness, but it's not a happy relationship. So I have always appreciated and welcomed thoughts that anger me and hurt me, because many times, they have acted as my muses. But that's me and I'm still trying to figure out why other people don't work that way.

But with the increased saturation of weaponized and monetized content, some of those internalized memes are sneaking across the borders of my consciousness. Because everything we take in, changes us in subtle ways. It's very difficult to de-activate those memes that interfere with our thinking. Outrage is also addictive, and on top of that, it often disables compassion and imagination.