Life, that is...(see subject line, you'll get the picture)...
(Hmm? - you say that you were hoping I was describing a kind of kinky sexual position? Interesting...well, perhaps if I were to lay out this old Twister(TM) game mat on the floor...and then you leaned **all** the way back on red-blue-green, and then I spun the arrow, and...)
Dammit, but I get distracted easily by my evil overactive imagination. Curse of the Gemini-Cancer cusp. >.< Closes eyes and focuses: Mind over gutter, mind over gutter...
Back to the philosophy corner.
At best, I suppose, we incarnates each but hold a soul mirror in hand to peer over shoulder, as we walk ass-first into the circle of the future. Born and born again, like infants in perpetual breech - with each step, losing sight of the far horizons where we have been; catching only fuzzy glimpses of the now, fleeting just at the edge of vision as we pass; and hoping blindly that the 'mirror mirror' of the soul isn't distorting *too much* of the path of life we hope - and believe - lies just out there, where we want to go.
Backwards.
So perhaps it is appropriate, then, that 'backwards' will be the nature of the reading this online journal: the first post will soon enough be the last, and the last post will always be the first.
Welcome to the beginning and the end, my friends! Unless you happen to live in an alternate universe, and slipped through a dimensional portal or something during your browsing; in which case, this all of this looks **exactly just like**...ummm...the end and the beginning.
Stop bitching, stupid brain. :p
Ja for now! Peace.
Current Mood: 
accomplished
Current Music: Tori Amos - Silent All These Years