I don't know where you're going / But you don't know where I've been / Baby, let me show you a world without sin —Malcolm Reynolds*
Polarity has never been an issue for me. No, I'm not the kind of guy who flies off the handle at random—or at least not for about twelve years or so. Oh sure, there's the odd presidential election meltdown or sudden spasm of selfish mania—but in general I've been a pretty even-keeled guy while the rest of the world has gone to shit. I'm not bragging—I'm empathetic to the myriad all-important passions of my friends and family, and even indulge in a few of those when it matters—but it's been a good lesson in zen after going certifiable for most of the late '90s. I have lived in a calm, mellow, bland universe of mature reflection and deliberate balance. So today, when a truly beautiful Friday went suddenly, brutally Sideways, I nearly lost it. Seriously—bizarro brain chemistry was all-powerful, and I questioned my own Purpose In Life.
