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Re: the path of least resistance, which separated out the essential – sifting the wheat from the chaff.

Perhaps the suppressed gusher of creativity overwhelmed all in its path.

Or were some of these washed-away activities extraneous? The matchstick in the whip – a tiny bit of time, which inhibited the accelerating crack of the whip – preventing him from passing thru the Activation Barrier – the multitude of activities my Person had assumed for the good of humanity.

Right. He had taken them up to bolster his sagging sense of self-esteem. Instead of relishing our time together, he looked outward for his happiness. Instead of wallowing in the Moment, got lost in the Future.

Thankfully his Internet Website Astrology died an early death – certainly a matchstick in the whip of our relation, his creativity – that tiny interruption that dulls our Creative Pulse – prohibiting it from reaching the Threshold of Generation – and all because the bum was trying to lure people to his website – somehow afraid that he wouldn’t have any visitors after the intial flurry.

His Astro-site was just a come-on – an unsuccessful one at that – a 90% bounce rate, with very little bleed thru. Of course he tricked himself with the notion of providing astrological guidance.

It did to some – Serena, Leah, & Nancy – the right advice at the right time – soothing a troubled mind – dissuading someone from saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Undoubtedly your efforts produced some good – but what an enormous time commitment – the cost-benefit ratio heavily skewed towards the cost.

W/your pre-breakdown energy you had assumed this other load – an obligation - which was weighing us down – preventing us from soaring, rather than providing stability to the flight – and so I cut this ballast free – so that we could float freely into the stratosphere together.

Hoping to attain a permanent orbit with this booster of time-energy – jump an energy shell with this burst of power – become a new molecule – perhaps joining w/other molecules – transformed into something of greater use and profit to the greater good – pulling others up by the wake of the our ascent – instead of crashing onto the surface, without quite enuf thrust to pass over the Threshold of Permanence – stuck in the Transitory Realm.

So jettison the Astrology – Full speed ahead! – Made the Move – Lighten the burden – these Ties and Obligations that were weighing us down, down on the ground –

Only able to dream of that Pie in the Sky. Oh My.

Is this just a fanciful lie? or Merely an aggravating Fly?

Not enjoying the Glory of Being – Instead fleeing into trivia about Bolivia.

So trite – Rather fly like a kite in the middle of the night. That’s right.

The astrology was not wrong – just took too long –

Not so permanent – couldn’t pay the rent – didn’t make a dent.

Instead back to my cathedral – w/my varied works in thrall.

What a ball! Thanx for listening, y’all.