Incoming Call

2024.10.22

Good morning, that wonderful way.

At it again.

Another day
Another holla back
Nothing you lack,
Luster and muster
The strength to go on.

What song is on in your head today?

Let it play and do the day.

A little late to still be dark.

We ought to set the clocks back a half hour this year, call it even and forget this whole Daylight Savings business.

Night entry last night. I posted earlier. First time I wrote at night specifically for a post. Perhaps I'll keep the tradition. With all the pics, it's going to require my own server.

So, I'll get one.

AI pics are fun. A lot to learn from them.

A pictorial history of human memory shows with every prompt.

Mix a little Deco with some Nouveau, a little Impressionism with some Cubist how you do, a gnome with a serious scene of grief, a dragon playing cards with some dogs in a cosmos full of magical mythic masquerades.

The tales of our myths matched with our history books in pictorial witness.

Fun.

What if you found yourself in a superhero story, some impossible character showed with some proof, and let you know you are the chosen one?

What would you do?

Tell Hagrid to get the Hell out of your house?

You big crazy oaf.

Or:
"Thank you very much I was looking for a way out of this mess called my life. I suppose being the chosen savior of the human and non-human races explains why I'm hidden in this mundane dearth trap. See you at school."

You'd have to know already. Something more than teen angst followed you your whole life. Something other people didn't seem to have. Hard as you tried to make sense of it, you were always categorically different from your surroundings.

At some point, denial forced apathetic survival and created a secret identity called normal-ish.

After some time you forgot. The world was just out of sync, every day missing something. That just was the way it was. Just life, Herself.

Then, the character with the call to adventure shows up. You've grown in your acceptance to the world just being wrong. Just overlooking your uniqueness. Days are dreary easy. Overlooked is run of the mill.

Then, this character with new news that's old news in a new way shows up.

You're at the point in the story called The Call to Adventure. If you don't return the phone call, there's no story. Your life becomes stuck.

You've got two choices.

Accept the world is a meaningless place where people feel something worthwhile about themselves and have to spend their days ignoring it.

Or forget everything you know and go on some Epic Adventure.

Consider me your Hagrid. Here's your letter.

Take care, decide your fate, or say it's too late, and have your better day.