You do not make love last, love makes you last.....it's a deft waft in the transferential atmosphere is that form of love we feel we must make last....codependency in drag....romantic sobriquets plosive in will and temperament.....when we say I will love you forever, we make a declaration of intensity not of time....nobody can make love last forever in the mutable circus we call #life, that royal love is the indescribable thing that keeps us self arising in this moment and this and this and this.....romantic love is a poor clinging substitute like a nicotine patch in the burning-down of the rich Kosmos to its entropic stub.... And yet we love love like dogs love our bones.

My son is growing up like a flame in oxygen....how is it that his neocortex is firing off like St Elmos fire with exponential efficiency on a daily basis and yet his conversations with me have reduced to monosyllabic grunts?......seems like I mirror that process in that, as my solid sense of self is attenuating to a vapourous awareness diffusing into the Kosmos like so much leaked ink into watery gel, my social self condenses and contracts into a more unwontedly-frugal economy of transactedness so that I feel more and say less....its like the breath...as I inhale to fill lungs from the bottom-up and plumed-out I simultaneously draw energy down into my pelvic floor with a ujayyi funnel that renders my body core an electric cable....everything deceives, the opposite is really happening...behind every dangle there is a dingle....yang holds yin holds yang, we are embedded in a paradox and irony circus which selfliberates before I get a chance to laugh at this no this no this moment of the Show....