In which we ponder the meaning of Narcissism, and go from there.
[Please imagine that we have inserted here a picture of sunlight gleaming off a maple leaf.]
This is a very special November for me, because I'm still alive and I have not died yet. And so it's a very precious November for me and I'm trying to acknowledge that and celebrate it by cleaning the altar, hosing down the proverbial saddlebags and riding my Harley dangerously close to the nub of life's wild essence.
I used to spend as much time as possible mired in my typically ridiculous narcissism. Because that's really what it was all along, for me as it may be for many of you out there: at the bottom of the pond you’re staring into, if you could see past your reflection for a minute there Mr. Narcissus and look deeply in, to the bottom of the pool, (because despite your delusions of unfathomable depth, your personal pond is in reality roughly 3 feet deep), you'd see it sitting right there on the bottom, there's your narcissism, staring you right back in the face. But you're just too shallow to see it.
Life is to be cherished, not a thing to be frittered away one afternoon at a time scanning the internet looking for something entertaining to post on your new tumblr. Instant gratification is never instant. There is always some time lapse between the desire and the gratification. This time can be used to tidy up a bit, to pursue exciting career opportunities in the field of whale watching, and once a year to perform action x. Think for a minute about the word lifetime, really break it down. Life and time, the time of life, the time of your life, your life's time. Now do the same thing with hubbub and lollipop.
The elimination of the ego is the key to all things, blog and otherwise. It cannot be coincidence that there is no I in blog, just as there is one I but two yous in furniture, one pee (and 'I am pure') in a urine sample, no tea in a hamburger, no sea in Sargasso, no gee in willikers, and no L in Christmas; there is, however, a bee in your bonnet. [Crowd erupts, bows for all as roses rain at feet.] Thank you, thank you very much. [Continues bowing as tomatoes follow, accepts most with grace and dignity, though one that fails to splat is hurled back.] Thank you! Thank you! [Exits in defensive semicrouch, big smile, waving.]