I spent last night out under the stars, tucked into a sleeping bag with only my head sticking out to feed the mosquitoes. Big Dipper to my left, all the rest straight up and to the right. If I knew more stars, I suppose I’d mention them, but I don’t, so I won’t. The Little Dipper, of course, I know about that one, attached somehow to the North Star, but it’s not one of those things I’d bet my life on.
Betting on the stars has never seemed like much of an idea to me. Horoscopes make no sense. The fact that you read them in the newspaper makes them highly suspect right there. I don’t believe anything I read in the paper, especially a sentence or two that tells me how my good fortune will spin on any particular day. Planets aligned be damned! How does the universe know where I’m hiding out? The stars don’t keep track. Don’t try telling me that a burning ball of gas I can barely see has some bearing on my financial success or love life or ability to overcome adversity. I won’t put up with it. I can’t. Besides, what if I did? I’m Pisces, after all, which either means I’m at the start of some life cycle or the end. Either way it looks like I’m screwed. Common sense alone tells me to ignore astrology. Anyone with any sense at all knows when to pull the cover over his head or crawl under the bed. I’ll be damned if I’ll believe in something that tells me I’m about to start creation all over, and even more damned if I’ll give that whole ending business the time of day.
The end of Keith Ecklund. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous in all my days. I’m just now coming into alignment. Full of heavens and light and god knows enough burning gas to illuminate a hundred galaxies, I may in fact be the North Star itself, uncertain of my own location in the night sky, but more then ready to point the way for everyone else.
And while I wait for understanding and direction, I play around with the Wacom graphics tablet, currently on loan from my good friend, Other Keith. Look at this! I am Vincent Van Gogh!
***I am also told that the new color design has a “celery green” look to it. That is not a good thing.