Adventures in Courage

Scottish man, trapped in toilet for nearly four days, survives the cold by "dipping his feet in hot water". Seriously. With typical Scottish charm, he notes: “At least there was a toilet to use... The only thing I regret is not getting trapped behind the bar.”

Ah yes. The previous post last TFI got aborted based on a malfunctioning blackberry. That night ended as might be imagined, of course, although with ominous (if ultimately unexpected) overtones emerging afterward. Amazing, isn't it, the patterns of action-consequence that flow inevitably from one careless provocation to its conclusion and lingering impact? Such is life. If one were to do *this*, as an experiment, who can say beforehand what will happen next? Though there is that sadness of never being able to exactly align the same circumstances twice, and so never truly having the opportunity to examine the infinite possibilities of an evening, of a series of choices.

And that's if you even can be sure of the action/decision to be taken, or a desired end result. Most of the time it is simply a haphazard jumping between moments, constantly unsure of what is to be done, one eye gazing back over the shoulder.

All of which is no excuse for side-stepping what needs to be thought through in the coming while. Plus, what makes grand thoughts about the paths a life might take so... fun (for that is the word) is precisely the accompanying large unpredictable, potentially terrifying consequences that hinge on the outcomes of speculation based on intuition and scant information.

As G'n'R asks so succinctly, "Where do we go now?" It is beautiful, sometimes, to look at the horizon and respond "I know not." But at some point, it does come down to the Big Yes. Maybe I'm just in need of 100 hours locked in a toilet somewhere to figure some of it all out...