REALITY SANDWICH (with diagram)

Hello Friends,

This morning I woke up with a lot of uncertainty and stuff skulking about beneath the surface.  Personal relationships, challenges, financial survival, grand ideas, dreams, ambition, stress, life story, experience, all that stuff. 

So, like me, your friend Bryan Price (aka: Bob the Butcher - such a silly name) likes to do.  I scrawled it out.  A poem.  That became a diagram.  That started all glum.  Then made me whistle. 

For those saying WTF:  Whatever the fuck that may be.  This is for you. 

<begin poem/thing now>

REALITY SANDWICH (with diagram - written while eating an everything bagel after a nice nights rest)

While alive  I will. 
We are fragile.  We know this. 
There is nothing tragic in this.  Nor mystic.
Unless, of course you wake up that way. 
On any given day.

With or without the black ribbon that
Brushes up against everything. 

Son of Mangle.
Son of Protest.

Their hearts are in as much peril
As yours.

Scattered.  Spraying.  Dropping beacons.
Playing.  Praying.  Laying traps.  Lining
Shoes with litmus paper.

They’ve got their finger and thumb
Clinched down on something as the
Sun and their eye try to make a
Reality sandwich.

(insert diagram)



Where does certainty live? 
Have you noticed that when you hold
Something up to the light like that
It already says okay? 

(yahtzee)

I just discovered this while writing this.
And I find The Discovery both comforting
And hilarious. 

No matter what the specifics of the schism
That woke up with me, this morning. 

So: 

Butcher breathe.
Butcher be bored.
Butcher be calm.
Butcher be brave.
Butcher be thinking.
Butcher be love.
Butcher be strong. 
Butcher be red.
Butcher be blue.

Butcher be smart.
Butcher be true. 

Draw your diagrams and shine your pennies.
Splatter the days with sliding forms.

As uncertain as you are and as full or bankrupt as you feel internally or about the world you live in with black ribbon vision or bleaker precision:

a)    Step back.
b)    Relax.
c)    Pinch the WTF of the moment between your fingers.
d)    Hold it up to the light.

And 
Remember:  The answer lives within the gesture not the sandwich. 

Enjoy.