By Jove, We...

As my wife recovers her strength and joins me in my journeys from home to town, I've watched people look at my wife's bruised arms and then at me.

In social situations, should one feel obliged to explain a spouse's hematomas related to rolled and pricked veins before blood was finally collected for testing by medical professionals, or allow people's imaginations to roam?

Should one explain to one's tablemates the various ways cow flesh is prepared for consumption based on the cut of meat?  Some cuts are naturally redder than others, due to roasting versus grilling or frying.  Should one encourage a vegetarian diet, instead, or let Cory at Connors quietly explain the generally-accepted types of cuts?

Some say the Sun is temporarily cooling down, which will offset any climate change contribution our species makes through greenhouse-gas based heat-trapping increases.  Would this mean our species has delayed the onset of a little "ice age"?

At my age, I have no beef about the way others want to live their lives.  Far too long has our species formed subcultures that encourage behaviour toward a group norm and don't meet the norms of other subcultures or individuals within a subculture.

Popular behavioural norms come and go like scents on the wind.

Is it anyone's responsibility to protect all behaviour archetypes any more than it is one person's responsibility to protect all species?

Should we prevent one person's general behaviour from transitioning to another?

Should we prevent one species' previous environmental adaptation for survival from transitioning to another?

This blog preserves the record of one person's observations about a species of life, an archetypal behaviour of interacting chemicals or states of energy.  Any other assumption about these words cannot be justified.

My wife's recent near-death reminded me that lately I've wanted to take a break from being myself for a while.  How is that possible?  How does one go on holiday without one's self tagging along and leaving records of that self's existence in society?

Being a character, a role, in one's life gets old.  I cannot be all roles to myself any more than I can be all roles to people around me.

When my wife's brother died four years ago, I saw with clarity that tomorrow is not guaranteed, so I pursued my dreamed-up wish of being a published author and wrote down the novel-sized stories that had formed in my thoughts over the years, a wish I first remember forming when I was about ten years old (around the time my girlfriend of three years died) and started writing short stories.

Now that my wife appears to be on the road to full health recovery, I look at the general norm - behaviour set or archetype - my personality and body represent (from my perspective, that is; I can only barely imagine what others might see/think of me from the perspective of their normal behaviours and/or personally-unfulfilled dreams and desires).

I retired from the habit of an office-based job a year after my brother in-law died.  Is there a place to go where I can retire from being the me of the past 48 years and be someone else for a while?

Meditation is only getting me so far.  I am still the same body, still in the same general lifestyle to which I was born.  I am not leaving this planet or transitioning into some other species by letting my thoughts wander far afield.  Classes of behaviour we call religion have matured (with well-established forms of prayer and meditation) but people's general personality types are the same they've been for thousands of years, quantities of people within personality types varying with popular whims, however.

This blog entry makes no conclusions - it simply sets the stage for where I want future blog entries to go, which represent me, an example of myself to myself and of myself of our species, and how our thoughts lead us to pursue thoughts or actions in moments not yet formed and recorded.

I have sought adrenaline rushes and death-defying acts and I still land here on Earth, my thoughts settling back into a basic personality, uniquely called me but composed of many archetypes.

Is there anything I can do that takes me outside the realm of human behaviour, makes no difference whether it affects human society (no need for long-term training/preparation to set records or establish new frontiers) and helps me discover what else is out there besides a view of the universe from our species' perspective?  If I lost myself in the transition, how much would that matter if I didn't know, if I lost my "I" in the process?

Ageless questions.  Predictable answers given to us by our ancestors.

I still exist and "I" wants more as long as it exists.

If technology existed to take away the "I" and make me something else entirely unknown, would I make the transition, never able to return or describe to my former self (as a member of my current species) what I am experiencing, and if the new existence makes any difference, better or worse, in being a part of this universe?

Would I tell you in this blog if the technology already exists and I'm contemplating being the first to try this one-shot deal for my own selfish reasons?

After all, why else would I be coalescing and expending our species' energy toward a single purpose?

Again, don't take this blog entry seriously - I'm exercising megalomaniac thoughts to establish a new character in this ongoing saga called "You Me Us."

Or am I?

Guess you'll have to wait to find out.

A thanks to Keneisha and Suz[...] at Comcast, Bryan at Target, Song K at Tortora, and a happy healing from wisdom teeth pulling for my nephew and niece.