In twenty twelve  I was akin to " Ye Olde' Lady " smacking Wheat stalks against a flat stone.
Today I am - a Threshing Machine . I have learned how to tease forth from the patterns of reality It's substrate , or ontos, and it is a coincidentia oppositorum ; back to back to my Reality - has two topologies - wave and crackle to popping from kernels of  synchronicity and I reach to touch it to discern apart from it and I ; but the faster I learned  me - to turn to try to turn around to see - see it ; the faster it can move behind me , to elude me , round and round -- Gah.. Goddammit ! But the blurred , the bright , and transparently opaque shadow of it can never for  piece after this brief instant from the memory of it a flash of History before. Instant . Truth got  evidence that it be naught more than a Shadow most all the time .. because of  my weak materially governed , and Earthly confined senses and abilities .  I can not grasp this wiley critter with my claws to bite it's throat and smother it dead . Though I calculate , and lead   it ,and anticipate.  I’m a  kitten playing with a thread of pink yarn..  I learned how to become  patient , calculating, and deli you at
berate in every  way . I acquired the tight , efficient logic that a stalking predator must have to anticipate perfectly with naught left to think  but to decide the perfect moment to launch my attack from the blind cover of the tall wise grass .. I was ready to ‘Strike through  the Mask  just as Herman Melville described to me, while I looked at self reflection in an old ‘Hand Mirror’ Walt Whitman concresced -- when I was stricken with - ‘Whitehead’s Novelty’ ;  It  said in my head: “ Drawn Near To Me ? Is It and me two separate beings ? How much of me is there in that  mirror’s reflection behind my friends’ doltish glean and are It and I one and the same as my shadow and my mind are?,”  It appears to be so real the mirror , and my shadow looks surreal ,  Invariably dark , and deformed . But maybe from the Sun’s angle .I now can see that with Reason a Shadow and a Reflection are exact in their Quantum of Conscience . But I have also learned that trying to perceive any more than this is similar to a Mindless Dog  chasing its tail once again , That endless stuck game I show restraint from anymore  .  A fruitless endeavor .....Indeed..
-      I prefer to take a lesson from my favorite errant beast , though , the content , strong , and full of hard fought - hard won Wisdom ; with every shred of it paid for with his fur , blood , and skin . Awarded with a  Diploma in Wisdom in the form of Scars , and a chipped off point of a top left K - 9 tooth . Now there's a coincidentia oppositorum I bet makes his tail flip and whip on the ground when he ponders the irony at his expense in it . He came out onto the sidewalk to loaf in the Sun a minute . After enough  was enough of that He stands up  , and saunters back  easily from where He came .... Examining closely , scanning visually , every inch of the Alley . Sometimes stopping . Seems to be absolutely no other reason for it then to avoid walking a pattern that Prey might perceive . His  Perimeter  claimed and Secured hourly by the Rights given to him by Nature's Law written by the ones that came before him upon entry here . Hardened and honed to Perfect Mechanical Art from sparring with siblings once inseparable, playful ,and a nuisance to their Mother . Now He's hard pressed to recall except for a few times that He caught , in the alley drafts , a scent , or a maybe a soul of one of them leaving again from here , or just a single atom , from a single molecule , of some pheromone they shared as recognition for each others 'sake if ever fate should find the two again facing forward two figureheads in a confined Alley somewhere , not a stand - off will esue , but just short  pass brief Gam .
-         This Errant Beast indeed is a pondering , fearless one , without let or hindrance to the hilt of his Claws ,Teeth and Instinct ; the Cool Cat exits the light and returns to the Alley,s shadowy cover , and  flops in some old comfortably secure box . He is the  King of all the cities' lesser  Errant Beasts ! Yes , Even the Grabbly Raccoons' take caution of Him . He's the  feral Philadelphia Alley  Cat . Revered and Vilified at once , but always where there was a man , there was a cat . ' felis silvestris catus '.
      The lumpen minded Dogs may sometimes see , or sense the cosmic giggle , or transcendental object of reality , and some call it God , as something at their tail mocking their vapid , eager loyalty , and love of Master's ; so they chase it round and round , their own myopic thoughts like an ouroboros - The Alley Cat sees it , but remembers as a Kitten using it to sharpen His claws , reflexes , and the time when He drew the Conclusion from it that : some things can not be Known by Me.Like a caduceus , the cat is a wiser Archetype , a trinity . The staff is the Species collective knowledge , the two snakes , the one always a head and first is Novelty or complexity , and the other snake always just behind it is Habit , or  Entropy …
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