brick by brick

while support and articulation of learning is gratifying beyond measure
the worm continues to turn
(what exactly does that mean? note to self: find out).

the pieces put together by many hands, hearts, minds and souls are being taken apart.
brick by brick by brick.

time to start anew, maybe, or to graft or to pull the viable pieces from the ashes?

i'm mangling and mashing metaphors and images. smoke, mirrors, bits and pieces.

the challenge is in saying much while saying little.
I annoy myself.

this feels irritatingly like drive through zen. bad bad bad

but pushing at the core, a kernel of an idea.

BRB