By Len Wallick
Well, that was interesting. Now Mars is moving on, Mercury is moving out. Pluto is stuck with the lease and Hermes is slipping out the doggie door.
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Yup, that was one for the Ash-kan-ic Records all right. The depths of absurdity we have encountered would be more tolerable if there were not so many vying to buy the bridge, bankrupting themselves in the process. We could endure the extent to which justice and law are being mocked if it were not so transparently contrived. We could even suffer fools more charitably if they were not so religiously devoted as to insist that everyone comply with their protocol.
In the midst of it all there emerges a celestial event potentially as rare and unexpected as grace in a grease trap. Auspiciously presented and eminently accessible from the inception, it holds the lead as long as a broken foreleg. But it is not to despair so much as to marvel at the unlikely cushion that frequents our condition. Sure, there are the occasional, inevitable and telling encounters with the rock and harder places that boundary our Brownian browsing. The wonder is not only the spaces between but what may be surmised to bring them about.
Less than a week into the Mercury retrograde there are intimations of paradox. Rather than rubbing our face in it, the experience thus far actually holds the promise of opportunity. This is especially surprising given that the preliminary echo phase was accompanied by assault if not battery to the sensibilities of many. Now, on the second time through, the rough ground is consecrated by our having passed this way before. What a blessing to pass this way again. Returning from the form to revisit the manifestation. Crossing a cardinal point on our way to a re-traverse the bridge to the core of our being, and beyond. And another chance after that.