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So the caravan of demands is fading into the background – for now.

“Waiter I need another … “ can barely be heard over the tumult of creations pleading their case. The cavalcade of restaurant personalities is on the back burner – as my Art achieves ascendance. Last January the Muse created a Psychic Disturbance to seize control. Declaring a State of Emergency she assumed Dictatorial powers. And now in transition between one job & the next – in transition between the burst of Graduation business at the end of Spring followed by the lull at the beginning of Summer. And I have a Break. The Muse seizes control again & has me finishing off a Science paper – 'The Proper Use of Will to Change a Life, as applied to Diet' – which I left unfinished – just some handwritten notes scribbled hurriedly - as if in a rush to escape – on a half dozen or so half sheets of old Citronelle menus - as if a plague had hit - a sudden death – & all the residents had abruptly fled the disaster - to who knows where. An entire civilization disappeared suddenly into the mists of time- for who knows what reason. But a residue is left behind. And now 6 years later – to the week – I return to these nearly illegible scribblings to complete the sketch begun so long ago. The Directionals have turned. The Time is at hand – A major renovation of my Science as I chapterize it for my website - in the vague hope that somewhere somehow some random Person might happen upon this exotic algebra – complete with one-of-a-kind circle, square and spiral notation – & including a unique cast of characters, such as Directionals, Raveled Numbers, a Seed Equation, & some Root Beings – Bogus, False & True – on their quest for mastery. And that someday someway, I have this tiny feeling, which won’t go away, a like–minded individual with greater connections to the world at large will free my scientific writings – bringing them to a greater audience.

But I sense that it’s too late for my Person, who merely acted as a conduit for the Divine Flow. At peace w/himself, for the moment at least, what else does he need? Acclaim that crowds his day w/ appointments, interviews and the like - obscuring the limited amount of time he has left to get it all down – all those tiny little urges & insights that are bouncing around his Brain – begging to be heard – screaming to escape the ephemeral thought prison – like the mist over the ocean - seemingly so substantial until a slight breeze scatters them into the ether – Driving him crazy w/their insistent yelping – “We need to generate some Graphs to elucidate some recent scientific discoveries.” – “No. Time to paint ‘Hippie me’. We’ve been put on hold for over three decades. It’s my turn.” – “Hey! How about me over here? Cultivate your uniquely primal voice accompanied by some improvisational organ Music. After all my root word connects me w/the Muse.” – “What about us short stories that are patiently waiting to be expressed? We’ll disappear soon, if not realized – smoke from a pipe.” And the internal chatter rises to the volume of a rainforest at midnight- w/ the myriad species clamoring for attention – singing their mating song, leading to love, sex and Babies.

“Oh, Uh! Ooo! Aaiieee!” – “Pant. Breath in – Breath out.”

The contractions are becoming quicker and more intense.

“Perhaps false labor? Braxton Hicks?”- “No you idiot! Something is begging to come out. Aieee!” – “Relax. They’ve passed for now. Deep Breathing. In & Out.” – “Oh, Uh. They‘re coming again. Aiieee!” – “I think this is it. She’s fully dilated.” – “Push with all your might.” – “Uh. Ooo Ah! Aurgh!” – “I can see the head.” – “Aurgh! Ah. Ooo. Whew!!” – “Wahhhh!“ – “What is it?” – “You’re the proud father of a litter of creations.“

And “Aurgh!” – “I can’t believe it’s starting up again so soon.” – “Oooh, eeeii. Yikes! Aieeee!!” And so it goes.

With this demanding, but oh so lovely and passionate, mistress of mine, the Muse, by my side what time do I really have for the distractions of Fame & Fortune?

“Oooo – eeeee!!”