THE CARTOGRAPHER & THE RABBIT HOLE, Liverpool; (Autumn 06)

“Life… is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

- (Macbeth) W. Shakespeare

Sometimes when I write my troubadour tales and the mad strange adventures I get snatched into, I sometimes avoid writing about the loose ends. And there are always whole tassels of them messing up the pretty tapestry I am weaving. Most of us trying to understand our story, want to skip ahead and figure out how it ends, to make sure that the choices we make are the right ones. Unfortunately, the events of life don’t always make sense; and the kaleidoscope of events, desires, intuitions rational social algorithms & norms and convictions muddle along to make absolutely no sense at all. (Being a statistician cum cognitive psychologist in the field of social psychology it is no surprise that I like social algorithms. ‘Common sense’ and normative reasoning and cultural conformity have evolved over millions of years- counter reasoning is suicide)

And when the madness and chaos comes to a halt (or rather slows down to the odd paranormal event), when the rabbit hole is not throwing magic mushrooms, Cheshire cats, tea parties and card courtiers at you, you stop to catch your breath and try making sense of it; to attempt to decode the mysteries of your life. ‘What do I really want?’, ‘Why can’t I make the obvious choice??’, ‘Why do I keep falling into rabbit holes, instead of taking the nice simple pretty path’ ‘Is GOD ON SOMETHING????’

So this AutumnI have spent time trying to solve the mysteries of Epic journeys. Have I succeeded??? No (if it were that simple!!). But I did read a book which I recommend to anyone trying to http://www.ransomedheart.com/

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet
And whither then? I cannot say.
--- J. R. R. Tolkien

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