Creepy Crawlies in the Age of Dementia

You don`t really have to be picky when it comes to dementia. You might actually say that it chooses you than you it, although it might end up being picky and you can`t really be upset about that because it`s dementia... and it can be whatever it wants to be, even picky. Yes, yes.

The glassy encasement levels of dementia come to own your subdued subconscious and there is nothing you can really do about that picky picky little fact of life. Therefore one has to go inwards and philosophize about things, events, happenings and black tea by the Black Sea on a Saturday morning when the rain won`t stop coming down.

Wherefore we are going to go nobody knows now anymore.

But it is sure to be an interesting trip.

So let us then soliloquize in a haphazard 50/50 way whilst chasing imaginary dragons. Hic sunt leones!!!

It is like browsing a bit of Finnegans Wake with the lights dimmed down and the sounds rolling off your ear into darkness. You have to appreciate the ride, not understand it.

There is a prickly thought that always comes to mind but I will not say which because which is that what interests me is not to utter what is which that has taken a grip in the spiraling pot pouri of imagination.

Depths must be fathomed here where things creak in the dead of night hinging on old wood picked dry by the mites of dimmed perception.

Leaning towards and going into the occult, the nocturnal, the mischievous and the misleading, the creeping, along the whetstone surface of our intertwined synapses, we have to, we have to, we necessarily have to find something of use and at least one thing of value.

This is not getting lost, this is getting sidetracked while trying to get found. It is all very complicated I assure you! Oh so very complicated...

We must delve into the labyrinthine here and we MUST get lost, we must be lost eventually, not to others, but to ourselves. This proves nothing, this means nothing, this is just an exercise but if done right it could turn into a right of passage.

Do you know the Tarot? No? Never mind that. The Tarot knows you. And even if you were to know the Tarot, you still wouldn`t know it but it would still know you.

The more you know, the harder it gets. Remember! You have to get lost. But how can you get lost if you know, or at least think you know. Knowing that you think you know helps you even less. Ideally you should have to be at the point of knowing you actually don`t know anything, but that is something really difficult to know you know. Because you have to admit that you really don`t know and be alright with that.

It takes a lot of courage but have no fear, that is not a prerequisite. Lacking courage means that you must take the ride again, until you find courage to really take the ride. But even then the cycle doesn`t stop here. It is beautiful, no?!

Yes, we must learn to let go before anything else, just unwind and glide because nobody ever walked on foot to meet epiphany.

What?! You wonder that epiphany can come out of dementia, that creeping crawling little insignificant thoughts can lead you to great discoveries about yourself and the world. Impossible?

No. Very possible. All it takes is a leap of faith. And courage.