Meet My Shadow
My shadow tenuously acknowledges that balance is the keystone to existence.
My shadow and my sunny side reside in realms of equal infinite size within our brain equally convinced of their omniscience. We work together to manage to make good works, bad moves, stupid remarks and intelligent decisions all which enable us to continue existence in the body as a whole.
Some time ago my sunny side became infatuated over brain mapping, the fine art of making Venn diagrams, graphs, charts all to connect dots between the like and the unlike. This piqued the attention of my shadow who awaits every opportunity for potential vulnerability no matter how slight. My sunny side, to whom my shadow refers to as "the hippie," sees only the wonders of being, and basks in the warm fuzzy light only logic and order may bring.
What He/She Said
My shadow gathers much amusement whenever members of an ilk or ism need to cement a thing as fact or truth, will point to an opposing philosophy and claim "even they agree."
My shadow knows when one is comfortable with ones personal convictions it is of no importance whether an opposing force agrees or disagrees.
My shadow omniciently knows there are no answers for many questions because what is known today as truth may not be truth tomorrow.
My Shadow's Pointless Rants & Cartoons
My shadow continues to create a scenario of a political Battleship game with targets and points assigned as with the actual game of battleship game:
- aircraft carriers...big PAC donors,
- submarines...soft money donors,
- warships...media propaganda,
- land mines..PC nonsense,
- fast boats...race votes,
- skipper craft...sex...
My shadow informs the VW scandal was a blow which shattered the hull and removed from play a large chunk of a warship PAC dough carrier by forcing the company to divert such a massive sum up and out of the pool. My shadow's realizes the magnitude of this take-down ranks near the air craft carrier point range. We are amused, and listening. Seems my Sunny Side experiences sensory overload of infinite scenerio possibilities each of which contain infinite number of possibilities which bring to mind a veritable Bucky Ball of scenerio potentials which, in turn creates in My Sunny side the chaos of indecision which pleases my Shadow immensely.
The question remains unasked. Will Father Guido Sarducchi be allowed to enter the USA while Pop Francis visiteths?
My Shadow informs, having noticed a trend of shadow others will approach with the intent to trigger voluminous verbal barrages of humorous uttering pulled unwillingly from within the repressed depths of my shadow's darkest corners, the origins of which remain a complete mystery to both my Shadow and oddly enough my Sunny side which has managed to effect humorous tattling with limited success herself.
The quandary of prying such private humor according to the dark one, is with the audacity of the seekers who intentionally tweak what my shadow know as weakness of will in our collective resolve to rebuff or restrict such advances of this masturbation of knowledge from individuals my shadow deems unworthy of our collective attention or concern, all of which produces a strange irritation.