Will I? Won’t I? Will they? Won’t they?
My battle with beliefs continues as they struggle to find place in my psyche. It is a battle of wills, a battle of control, a power game played to the hilt. I know I have to live with a few, but I exercise my choice of replacing the old with saner ones.
Certainly, the old do not want to be certified insane. They have a hard time coming to terms with their fading relevance in the world. I am the cold-blooded monster subjecting them to heat, melting and reshaping them, till they assume a more acceptable shape.
the name of the game
is not ‘Follow me Blind’