Cycles

Everything, it seems, happens in cycles. But this is different. Do you all feel it? There's A LOT of energy swirling around and, although cyclical in feeling, is also undeniably a little different. Take the current conflicts going on all over the Middle East. While it's no surprise that these kinds of military expressions of hatred cycle through that region regularly, it still feels like there's something different happening now. I wonder if it's evolution. No, I'm not kidding. To evolve doesn't necessarily mean to progress, it means to change. The feeling I get from the Middle East is that this isn't the same old argument being handled in the same old way. This is more finite. It seems as if Israel is deliberately unleashing a violence they've been storing for just such an occasion, while it also seems as if Hizballah is defending itself as if it's been preparing for this fight for years. I srael won't stop unless the world stops it, and Hizballah won't stop unless Israel stops. If anyone has the upper hand, it seems to me to be Hizballah. They're not making desperate decisions, they're making calculated ones, while Israel is acting like a bully that just got his come-uppance and is swinging wildly with everything he's got.

How this affects my life is... well... is the same as how it affects all of our lives. For at least ten years I only skimmed over news of Middle Eastern conflicts. Today I am reading everything I can find because the conflict has changed. Is changing. Before our very eyes. And if we're not careful, it could spark WW3, and who on earth could survive that?

I had a dream last night that the earth split in two. Right down the middle. The two halves went floating apart in space, one getting burned-up by floating too close to the Sun while the other - the half M and I were on - stayed relatively in the same place. The trouble with our half was that, as a result of losing so much mass, our gravity and weather got all fucked-up. I am now obsessed with finding out just what would happen to life on the living half if this ever happened. Would we lose gravity? How would that affect living organisms? Us?

I don't find it at all conincidental that what was important in my dream was that M was on the side that survived. Even in my unconcious she cannot be hurt or in danger because I simply couldn't bear it.