George Bernard Shaw wrote…

….Life as it appears to us in our daily experience is an unintelligible chaos of happenings. You pass Othello in the bazaar in Aleppo, Iago on the jetty in Cyprus, and Desdemona in the nave of St. Mark’s in Venice without the slightest clue to their relations to one another. It is the business of the writer to pick out the significant incidents from the chaos of daily happenings and arrange them so that their relation to one another becomes significant, thus changing us from bewildered spectators of a monstrous confusion to men intelligently conscious of the world and its destinies.

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I had a dream last night that I was waiting for my best friend Paul and my brother to get out of some building, it was not going to blow up and there was no real hurry but nonetheless I was waiting. After much wasting of time (being in a truck, trying to find a static-free radio station, my high school ex girlfriend keeping me company, a current girlfriend of my girlfriend opened the car door to tell me, “I have your seed in me; We share a seed.” Whatever the fuck that means, I made a face Continue reading From us to here