Tonight it begins, four minutes into Friday the 13th of March.
I am in Hereford, the town I grew up in. Having given my wounded friend a tour of the two main nightspots and The Cathedral At Night I am back home dragging on the roll-ups that I am still have convinced I am cutting down on, and doing the same thing I do every night. Planning to take over the world.
I thought I might do it with Literature. My Sixth Form English teacher said nobody ever did that. Apparantly Henry VIII wrote some good stuff but I only know Greensleeves, and the main way he changed the world was to divide a church because he was fed up of a woman, causing years of sectarian conflict. I was thinking more a change in consciousness partnered with a political upheaval towards a utopian dream. Perhaps I can't do this by writing a book.
Considered the idea of changing the world a tiny bit by doing nothing. Not in a sitting about watching Doctors kind of a way but a more Tao going about your day very quietly and smiling until the world changes itself. The paradox of change is that once a behaviour is observed it can alter of it's own volition without conscious effort. This requires an honest sort of observation and one I'm not sure I am either equipped or prepared for.
So in the meantime, I am passing time. I shall try and smile as I do it.
