I find that it is the pulse of every day,...of every task that keeps me sub-consciously focusing on the next thing, carrying me thru each day. I arrive in the next scene, crashing onward in a wave of movement, pattern, routine...even though i am not performing any unusual, exciting task,....it is with the rhythm of the earth,... the ebb and flow of accomplishments,....i essentially,...am moved forward. Without even thinking, no orchestrated advance,....my daily symphony of chaos...lifting me, dropping me...and lifting me again...setting me in motion....inevitable motion.
