fallen verses

The longer-time readers of my meandering thoughts may have caught that I enjoy Boston Legal.  For the last week or so I have been re-watching the series.  Tonight I began season 3.  Fantastic show.

For forty-five minutes at a time, I can ignore the complete barrenness of the midwest (barren culturally, there is certainly enough corn).  Or if not Boston Legal, there are books, or video games: distractions.

The problem with distractions, after you have piled distraction upon distraction is that eventually you come back to reality and no matter where you went, no matter the adventures and insights, you’re life is still there.

The dream while wrapped snuggly in the warm blanket of distraction fades to the flatness of an Iowan plain.  You still wake up to… I still wake up to my life as me and something in the relation of those two things is the issue.  The relation of entities… what’s between… I think, perhaps, that I live too much in gradations.  I should introduce more absolutism.