The chaos variation
And a feeling like you've been here before

I am capable of everyone that has ever been

Life is multiplicative
It is presence as much as it is not presence
I am still in my crib
I am still in my tomb
I am still learning how to breathe
in and out of water

My skull is mixed up with fiberglass,
Dangling out the frame of a window
At an old familiar crossroads
A radial point, from which a circle was designed
From the inside
Like a fortress, like a trap
Like a muse, like a fear

listen:

There is a time in which you are the mother
And so you must be kind

There is a time in which you are the son
And so you must be patient

There is a time in which you're given leadership
And so you must be cautious

There is a time in which you never unearthed
And so you must be diligent

It is one of the lines of the beatitudes that gets repeated so much we forget what it means.

Matthew 5:6 Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.

Wow, that sounds serious. We can just imagine what it feels like to strive for righteousness, to be that clean, pure, self-contained person, maybe sitting in their toga and insisting that everyone just try to do better, with a serene patience.

Liverwurst and Little League were two of the most interesting words I read in the first chapter or two of "A Wrinkle In Time", and I am still trying to place them. As some of you might have been aware, I have read a lot of Young Adult Fantasy, but somehow I have not read "A Wrinkle In Time", or at least, I haven't finished it. And in fact, even more oddly, I don't know much about it. When was this book published? Who was its target audience? I do know that it won a Newberry Medal and was