it's been a long time between visits but i cram two very good friends into a lovely day, evan and gravy. evan whom i have not seen for a long while, he's now a dad and spends a lot of time working sleeping and being a dad, i know what its like so i lay low, give him space to get into the rhythm which i think he's done.
visiting evan is wonderful, we sit in his lovely arm chairs and i feel like holmes or watson,discussing a case. the case is always the same, the terminal autopsy of the human species. i understand how it must be for evan, we both see mans folly clearly but when you have a baby you gotta believe. 
believe me, that never changes, i have a son who's a man, i still want him to be safe and sound, but the reality of things creeps in like the mists of avalon, the glamour encroaches and you can run hide or change it, and t change it you have to acknowledge it's there. 
i spill my guts on my 'gita' paradox, how the last three months i spent wrestling with krishna's comment about arjuna's enemies, who are his own family. 
'but i can't kill them, they are my family.'
'they are already dead.' 
krishna nails it, the awful truth, i mean how do you reconcile your buddha nature with that?
i tell evan about how i been pondering this, explaining how i come to understand it, via gravy who explained it to me in terms of consciousness.'
it's a cosmic approach, i mean do your duty keeps you earth bound but killing, can that ever be a duty?
i don't feel right about that, i love jesus who said, 'forgive em father for they know not what they do.'
i mean love your enemies, how powerful is that!
but compassion must have limits, mine does. eventually people repeat their mistakes or they stop, you can still have compassion for your enemy and maybe that's just me getting caught in semantics.
so watson and i discuss these philosophical dimensions but off course and i forget to leave the gift i brought his son, jesus, i just ramble on drinking our herbal teas. 
we talk a little about the book review in the paper, my first i think. i wish it could have been longer, the review looks at existence by david brin, i'm the dude for dymocks who reviews some of the science fiction although i read anything. anyway, evan and i are talking about russian brides dot com, a site that seems to have stolen a few men we know, all lured by the exotic eastern europian beauty of the single temptress. my name is captain mission and ukraine girls was tougher than smack, but i quit eventually thanks to my good friend err...(insert a good friends name.)
i go onwards to gravy whom i have not seen in a long long time, 'years,' i say. 
gravy and i are like comfortable shoes today, we just bounce of one another, i'm in the zone today, things are very fluid, if only everyday was like this. but there is something different about today, it's warm.
the temperature is wonderful, it must be the warmest day we have had for...years, well a while.
so the warmth has a strange effect over me, an influence like the moon upon people, it makes me feel relaxed. i an feel the tension leave me through the day, it's lovely. garvy and i have a sneaky spilff, his brother is visiting and we go down the road for a cup of tea and a muffin. 
the weather has changed, southernly blows in, i decide to get back to mission control, a storm is coming.
we depart, i jump into my car when i notice evan's son's present sitting there, what an idiot!
home i go, get stuck into the hydrogen sonata, until lights fade and i'm wondering where the day went.
time for grace jones chill out vibe.