Walking back with Pan i found myself the centre of an atom, two swirling particles, starlings whizzed around me and for a moment i felt some weird epiphany, came over outta the blue, all gratitude and love, and for a moment everything was perfection, then that moment seemed to last forever.
I recall saying to someone i really admire, 'You can be a mystic or a magickian or both, surrender to the universe or control it, or fluctuate between both.'
They replied, 'Or neither.'
I agreed that was a choice.
But i was not fully honest, one can't have the luxury of choice. It's not your choice to make, the magickians choice, it's made for you. However i did not pursue it, he was stoned and i wanted him to feel comfortable as i drove him home, sometimes these areas of philosophy get sticky.

i was listening to gang of four today, mmm, nice remix disc, tribal and passonate, picked up an eno dvd, met a friendly Kenyan and we spoke about dmt sessions, spent some time pondering my arts grant application.