confessions of a perfection-seeking socialist ideologue

I think it’s somewhere between right and left that I belong. and today, for the first and only time, we’re not talking about the political spectrum, which I’ve come to be shown may not actually exist as presently defined in my mind.

rather, I think it’s more about the realities of the day. The realities that what is right may not always be correct, and its alternative may not always be a true antithesis. Sometimes, there truly is middle ground.

Nymph-like pixies are fascinating creatures. their eyes shatter me. I am lost in the way they are so well defined and comfortable. The comfort factor is truly amazing.

happiness is a continuum. tori’s demonstration of infinity struck me as brilliant. why does this woman impress so consistently? the worker bees, the proletariat of the animal kingdom, have figured it out and use the magical knowledge for their own work ethic. if I could find that specific pattern (which likely does not shape itself as infinity on this plane) I think I’d find eternal life.

I like to confuse people. I think this is one of those entries which will do that.