082813 #bunny I had in mind this leaping elf, this musical unicorn of a young savage, lithely whipping thru the sassafrass grove. Recorder-playing, magic-spilling, laughter-releasing, he tracks lightly thru this world on an invisible train of mythical dimensions. He is the picture, of course, of health. He doesn't crab over a stinking ashtray, groaning and sighing about how crappy everyday existence can become. About the only thing he lacks is an experience-based sense of humor. Irony, like smoke, can overcome one, though they begin their charms with innocence. Anyway, I'd kinda like to reconnect with the brat, taking along everything I've learned. I am maybe a little bit wiser in some respects now, and I think the two of us would be a good partnership. He will be skeptical at first -- he'll find me crotchety and pessimistic, a burden. I'll doubt his ability to embrace the practical necessities of earthly adulthood. But we'll stick together, at least, you know, for now, because almost grudgingly we have to admit there's some sense of something, some connection? some appropriateness? some intangible viaduct between us across which flows in both directions Information -- that most melodic and elusive form of Energy, also known (and widely celebrated by our astral tribe) as Pershidium.