"Oh but to disappear is lovely!" the spirit mused, sitting within a crack of the wall. "And I, aye me, love to disappear. To see how simple it is for one to no longer exist, how quickly the beings around that person, that thing, that being, simply...move on. Its a morbid sadtality that i love more than anything else upon watching. it is sad, yet it is true, and yet the truth is not the truth for things that are known were made up at one time. it is so very interesting."

"To try and be normal is not to be yourself" she said while starring out the bedroom window at two birds upon a wire. "If everyone was normal their would be no creativity, you ask how I have an answer. If everyone was to be the same and to be like one another and have the same thoughts, then when one picks up a very good looking book would know excactly where it goes and how it ends." She says and turns to pace the old tathered floor. "It is the difference between everyone of us all that can make the world such a unique place to be. You cannnot be afraid to take risk"

(short, subtle, sweet, but that was JATS's posts for you)

"Oh I can be Flea, and annoyingly verbose" that's the trouble with chameleons though, you never know who they will be next "... so back to business then, and yes Jes, "You cannnot be afraid to take risk", and I do like to encourage my little ones, another reminder of the "Litany of Fear" then, which I have used at 2,000 feet above ground, at 400 foot under the sea, on the edge of many a precipice, hanging on by my fingertips, and any other time I felt the fear flow... "

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

"... If you can't remember it at the time, just use the first two lines over and over again"

"Fear is only as existent as you make it so. Just as all things truly are. if you create a math equation, and then on create your own numbers, you can create your answer. You'll always be correct. but only to you. Fear is the same. You can show no fear yet fear all, or show all fear and truly fear nothing. the only way to know is not just to look fear in the eye, but in the mirror and to see how you interact with and without said fear." the spirit mused almost silently, hiding behind the stage curtains with a simple glide.

"Exquisitely put" already suspecting he will have to find new superlatives here "... a question then, a riddle perhaps, if you are allowed one KILL in your life, you don't have to do it yourself, there would be paid assassins for it, which would help check the rise in unemployment, a handy by product, unless of course you insist..." the chameleon pauses, for effect "... you only get one, in a lifetime, a free hit, anyone you like, who has pissed you off, that would be it, curtains, gone from the planet, but only one, with no comebacks, would make you think, wouldn't it, would it make people more careful who they upset, would the world be a better place, with this sword of Damocles hanging over peoples heads?"

"Answer me, dear being, how there could be such? If only aloud one kill upon a life assassins would have none but one job upon their life! and in that they would loose their very own kill for kill for another, who though destroying a 'paper' trail, could keep their 'one' kill. so said sword would shatter under circumstance." the spirit smiled as she mused the thought upon her mind. "but alas, i have seen all i wish to disappear disappear for death brings that to all one at a time."

Fear,,,boredom....that strange rationalites from the curse of the normal..


how bland and tasteless. being normal is a curse, your passion, the anti-venon.

"but sage! it is a curse that is not even possible to gather!"

need to gather not, only feel. it is a little reminder that tags your heart's rythm.
you will know its sign...with every sign...a gentle sigh.

^_^

creativeness cannot exist without this standard.though bland, it needs to be there.

On to other things then...

Quote:

"Why be in a job you hate, when you can be in a job you love"

The Jatsman is trying very hard not to crow here, just commenting "I heard this quote for the first time, long ago, in my teens, and after chasing the money god for many years, amidst the debris of shattered dreams it finally sank in, and from then on a very different path was taken, although at times the path was hard and rocky indeed, impenetrable forests cleared, with aching muscles, bloody scars, creating this new dream, and in some ways it is much the same, albeit a much brighter shade of green, yet along the way, and much more now, I meet more of the people I want to be, and be with, than ones I want to avoid, and would have been, to more of that then"

"Another question for you then." the spirit stated as she moved to center stage holding a crying clown mask to her face. "which equals more. People whom you wish to be, to be with, or those whom you wish to avoid. and upon the thought of avoidance, do you wish to avoid them but can not, or do you avoid them and yet feel a twinge of guilt within you for being 'cruel' in a way toward them."

The chameleon thinks back now..."I once did a contract at some care homes, and at one, adjoining it were a number of sheltered flats where some residents were able to live with some degree of self sufficiency, and as I planted copious amounts of spring border plants, I felt a pair of eyes watching me, within minutes she had pounced, this young girl, and was telling me all about her "garden" a small patch of earth, under her window, with a few straggly looking plants in, and some brightly coloured ornaments of her own making, her enthusiasm was quite breath taking, and I smiled and nodded, trying not to appear patronising, telling her what they were called and offered some tips for their care, jotted down on a scrap of paper. After pulling myself away, politely, to complete the job, I returned and knocked on her door, gifting her 3 trays of plants that were left over, something I often did, especially as I wasn't paying for them, and it usually got me a "thankyou", a cup of tea, perhaps, in return, but this time, instead of a few nice plants for the managers salubrious garden, I had given someone a whole new world, a degree of happiness I don't think I will ever achieve, second best I know, but, close enough for me".