Oversion’s Weblog

I’ve reconnected with so manny olds lately and letting life change of its own sublime sway the last few months and just gladly easing into it, not worrying about countless of the sorts of things I’ve often worried and soaring into the rivulets of letting beings be, at a great pace. Legendary things have occurred. Old trusted friends, be they so neglected so many years, nonetheless trusted, deep, in retrospect, verging on cosmic. And it’s come with good news, unbelievably good news, timely beyond all conjuring. So selfexaminational but as one who can fold away into a tiny crisp point in nonbeing and just dream and rest more deeply than can the whole arth or sea, able to perceive its just not mattering what becomes of me, for instance in times of grief,… some of my older friends, these 70s these born in 60s, who’d know, after my father died, a lot of the charm of the narrative of existence stepped aside somewhat dramatically, came back to Toronto bewildered and spaced out, and over time evolved into this eccentrically practical self, then, very focused, my mother and cat, and high art and political values, odd arch intense centredness, I mean they’re fun things to be focused on, there’s a lot of room for play in all ov above, still, a sense of minus quite a few dimensions of existence, the horror of people dying proven too much, I mean, even as a kid I could brace myself in a car and make a full highway collision bounce off, but this rude intrusion of mortality to my existence, proven too much, so I was more refracted, still lots of play in a world of arts and cats and family, cities, and internet, but so refracted, and hockey and piano, but so refracted, and still I wonder. But I’m unrefracting.