Two witnesses like. We both know the story.

You know, I am a teller of tales that hold multiple perspectives or

Personal points of view

which is just

right anyway.

All the tales I am compelled

Or feel compelled to tell

Are true to two or more, who shall

Inter- rupt is what we do. We all are getting better at only butting in on stories we know we know

You know?

Like, when you get a a head of the story and take off down a rabbit trail that winds back around to here

Where we are

Talking about fearing to try

Don’t go all “Icarus, again.”

you “this is that same ol’ waxen wings story told with or in nonsense, sincerely.”

No this is not that story that really was a well known distraction magi have used since, around Seth’s 12 birthday, maybe. Long time. Any way. The path is well worn and is seldom found without a guide expecting it.

Jerry Pournelle, right “Where miracles are expected, miracles are common”.

Which miracles are the common ones?

Para dig em shifts.

Right, I always wanted to do one of these by myself. Ya’ll ready to hear this story from

Radioman’s

Intro duction de deuces wild, what a wonderful way to live. Free. I can tell this story because you are free to hear it/ The distraction you brought here with you was left back yonder in that Paw-paw patch while you made the magi-loop that set up

My first ever live paradigm shift.

Wise ass, used to be Balaam’s, but he seems to have taken a liking to me back when I spent about 15 years in the wilderness and I kept running into the Wise ass and a guy whacking him with a stick.

First time that wise ass spoke I knew what he was talking about. He’s more subtile than any here,

In my mind.

OK the cast is set. It’s me, we just met, no, you have not forgotten…. You have not remembered.

Good God Almighty Yah That is this—- for real

Wait bro, you are late we got the cast for the whole … here to there.

I am here. And glad I am since or e sense I have been with you from the trail-head

Back in Nolan County, and quite a while be fore that. Everytime you ever imagined you was a ridin’ the Chisolm Trail. You was imagin’ in bein’ me.

We get our act together here eventually every time we are compelled to find some one who may be snared back there in that magi-loop.

We speak as one always when we apologize for not divulging our certifiable multi-sensical perspective. If you can believe it, I’ve told tales that left listeners stranded in yesterday longer than most men in my generation stayed stranded at eighteen.

You know?

You are here. First few milliseconds of the rest of your life. In actualization process… actually as a factual matter

Right now. Are we crazy? You wanta hear how I found that exact answer?