Finally I will blog.
Figure when you are feeling dazed a good thing to do is start a blog. (Another good thing is to write in 2nd person. ) You see, you feel overtaken by the sight of a cycle. Not that you are ever outside of cycles, but this is a particular one you've leared how to recognize. It is not a pattern, it is not a lesson; its just, for some reason, for a moment, seeing less the things and more the webbing that weves these things together. A familiarity of energy that lets you know what made what and who---the seemingly totally random origins that makes the smell of the ocean then the incense, then somebody's fire place enough to put you in the place of knowing that you both totaly know and don't know at all. And, though you are overtaken, you are not overwhelmed and at least you dont think you are taken over. You just know yourself to be swimming now in a space that is thicker. Touching the sky and watching your ripple. Feeling fate in the sense of: both --that you are exactly where you ought to be and that you ought to choose well.