The Unpopular Component of this post is the *rahthah* Giddy and upbeat mood. Some find such more distasteful than depictions of curmudgeonity etc. Informed consent , being important to me, I offer this humble caveat to those unhappily affected by such expression.
.....Oh yes , I will feel free to use Creative Typesetting as well...what with the affliction of poesy and all that.


Back from Otherwhere.

I went on a journey, the place name being deceptive, I shall just say that though all places are temporary, some can be... then not be.. then be again.. ***First there is FeakMountain, then there is no Mountain.... then there is.***
In any case it was a place where many small worlds come together, and enjoy each other, sharing good and goods,
Encamped I was with thanks for my sweet friends, Titania and Oberon, and especially Jamis/Shamus who allow such a **ck As I to there, sup nectar. Peopled with beauty, with Frolicsome Youth, Sage Waggotry and as much decorative behavior as can be hauled in heavy truck and long trailer. Also too, a quieter bower, up on the wooded road to FarSide where primitive camp "Bob" is not far from ecotopia and the flamingo road. Generosity of the Coolshoes allowing hale friends to be well met with mornings quiet, Ma'squeeters vigilant, and bathing in stumbl'ing range.
By day, happy are all the visitors, bedecked afresh and daring more liberty than is in their Dailyworld common. By night a town of our own, of Rockcandy Mountain laid out on forested loops and meadows. of 3 a.m cheesecake, and panpipes at dawn. Bursting expresions of glamour, Lit ludic and lyric, and of passions hidden by evenings drawn cloak.
Many hands Do make for light work and with so many hands at hand, even chores were game-like and mistakes corrected quick and gone from care.

I went seeking something. Something I knew but did not know. {a Known-Unknown damn you Rummy!} I was there to look in many mirrors, many eyes to see my own future's shape. And what I saw there came as a surprise. Brighter than expected is a path, and one I enjoy, of letting my hungry brain and Lunic spirit more say and expression. The other path too quiet, and aloof, was the one I expected, to linger back and let others play through. But others enthusiasm , fed my own better flow, and I think Not to be a Prosepero, to not drown my book and bury my staff certain fathoms deep, mayhap not for a long road to come.

We are not so different from bacteria. When a colony sends out scouts to find more resource and territory, the simple creatures send back a chemical semaphore, announcing a rich find of fertility, or another message announcing barrenness. In the first case, the colony extends to the new good, resources and energy redistributed to support this find. In the latter nothing, and the scout, having done it's duty, and receiving no resource, easily dies.
We too will prosper when we send out the message of prosperity, and will be isolated when we broadcast failure.
The messages I received, of happy abundance, though in the face of some privation, caused me to have an increase in capability, even to my astonishment. Sleep deprivation is usually a source of ill health, of exhaustion, the loss of wit and of will, and if prolonged can be quite debilitating. Yet, at 20 hours of activity I felt no need for sleep, and was able to continue jolly efforts on behalf of pals and pleasures. Eating well and with all in happy anticipation or grateful reunion, I passed 30 hours with no ill effect. Time out for much frivolity and play was a constant, and seemed to energize rather than tire.
Now I am Very Experienced in fun and labor, and I knew that this was folly. When I did sleep, it would be a long one with concomitant aches and fatigues on awakening.
But I was having so much fun! "let's sing some more, hand me that mug! come give us another kiss dolly!
27 hours just fine thanks,
38 hours. nothing worse than having to think longer for just the right word
40 hours
At 42 hours my Intellect said, " I know you feel fine but this can't be possible. I hear-by order you to lay your ass down before you fall down or embarrass yourself through bad judgement.
So like a little child that does not want to be sent to bed I made myself to lie down away from all the lovely froth and to sleep, till my body needed no more.

When I awoke, I felt very nicely rested, and on moving, was not wracked with aches or a pounding head and wounded chest. Lively and hungry I walked into the encampment kitchen to forage for some late afternoon snack.
except it was morning, early morning. I had slept a whole six hours. I suffered no ill effect whatsoever.
I guess a little validation is good for ya.

More experimental results to come.