my bones are half-asleep

what a cool weekend! ryan and jessica wed as one and it was a privilege to witness. last night I dreamed I had befriended a man who was a sociopath. I was nearly sure of it. his game was to act as the "intermediary" between suave men and women who may conceivably find them attractive. He would tell a woman that a certain man had been thinking about her and wanted to meet her, despite the fact that he never gave her two glances, as far as she could tell. THEN, when the woman bit, he would set the two up, and the attractive man would probably eat the woman or something; I hadn't actually figured it all out yet. I protested any meeting with any man, on the grounds that A. I didn't care and B. I was engaged, but I found myself in a car with the sociopath and he wasn't about to let me out. Luckily he hadn't discovered the "child lock" button so I unlocked the passenger side and jumped out, running, and the alarm went off shortly thereafter. anyway, the sky is gray and the day seems half-asleep, too. mind: off. shower: late. swallow group: beckoning.

the question of innate aggressiveness, per EB

But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.

Robert Ardrey, African Genesis, 1961

good morning