I
woke up in a sweat realizing that I've been leaving my hats. I've let
loose two hats in the past three weeks: they're not at home with me.
This is what is known as Unintentional Mojo. It is a form of chaotic
magic, which means that it is neither good nor ill; the key thing to
know about it is that it is "unintentional." That is, it works at the
subconscious level. It represents the actions of certain
nonverbal parts of the self trying to communicate with the verbal parts
of the self. So when a hat gets crushed beneath a giant stuffed bear,
it's generally a good idea to look at that. And as for the other
hat...well. There be dragons.
The thing about paying attention
to this sort of crap is that it eventually starts to become meaningful.
Then you're fucked: you can no longer say "I didn't know," because the
bits of you that assemble the future are talking to you, right now, and
once you hear them, there are no accidents.
Only choices.
Now there's an audio player here, over on the right. It's the thing that looks like an audio player, under the "AUDIO" title. Let me know if you can't find it.
Y otra vez, pero en español:
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