I feel like a geriatric nutcase. It is as if some inner tide goes out right when I muster the courage/feel the impetus to make some headway. I can stir myself to rapture sometimes with future prospects and ideas of transcendence, but when it comes time to act, I find myself frozen, paralyzed at the sight of a massive tsunami. Paradoxically/nonsensically, it seems like this thing is generated far away, so I am surprised to see it already welling up inside of me far prematurely of when one might expect the death-crash of the first explosive waves. It's like being tossed around from within like a pathetic ragdoll, but always staring around buggeyed, transfixed momentarily by the surprise of the magic trick of that damn wave. Is it from within? or from outside? I think there are some sort of david blaine mirror tricks going on or something. Either way it is getting old, and conjointly, I feel bloody old. .