Our brain has two antennas. One, like jellyfish filaments, captures the moods of the swell and the tides. The other, younger, seeks danger and prepares for battle, or invents a quantum theory that can amaze us in the arms of a drunken male mermaid.
It seems to me that I would have something else to do than stay in my bed and watch the winter light slide down the wall. Nothing works, though. I get lost in meditative immobility, listening to the slight whistle in my ears as if it were radio waves from space.
Are we governed by a force, laws, a god, something higher than us? The concept of destiny is not only present in astrology, where the movement of "celestial" bodies seems to offer a useful metaphor for understanding existence.
I’ve been on vacation for almost two weeks. They end without me having had time to understand that I am on a break. I didn’t do much. I could even say that I haven’t lived for quite some time, even though I still continued to enjoy life physically and metaphorically.
My dishwasher is not what it used to be. Purchased in October 2008, it began to show signs of severe fatigue six months ago. The soap container door no longer closes, its replacement cost is prohibitive, and it is now the upper tray that no longer really cleans. Best of all, it's a Kenmore. Sears has gone bankrupt.
Astrologers are excited. In January 2020, there will be an eclipse at the same time as the alignment of several celestial bodies, Pluto, Ceres, Saturn, Jupiter, without forgetting the Sun, Moon, and Mercury, they will all be at 22º Capricorn (or Cancer, the opposite sign)! The apocalypse, I tell you!