precedent precedence

Jack Frost was precedent to me Jack Spratt, while a classmate was named Peter Rabbit . . . possibly Peter Abbott but so called Rabbit; in my time at Old Greenwich (Connecticut) Elementary School. Where, initially I was called by teachers, “Jack Frost.” Magical to me since I have largely taken my nursery rhyme name indifferently. . . .Jack being a nickname for either John or Jacob.

Formerly mired in suffering I seldom remember the wonder of delight back then.

There is a remarkable penchant/proclivity for both M and P to follow me down into my rabbit hole. Where I would otherwise hide from the vicissitudes, vagaries, slings and arrows of random chance to curl fetus like sucking my thumb . . . Like Jack Horner and his Christmas pie . . .

Little Jack Horner

Sat in the corner,

Eating a Christmas pie;

He put in his thumb,

And pulled out a plum,

And said 'What a good boy am I!'

Wondering now what kind of fool I'd be were I to avoid the opportunities inherent?

On the personal front I seem to be undergoing a fantastic expansion of opportunities. Begun long ago when at middle age I began to wonder; “Is this all there is within or about me?” Then discovering I love to mess about with words, concepts, constructions of thoughts, religious, philosophic, governmental . . . long long long ago . . . yet in love discovering something greater. No me, of course, simply that for others I do just about anything to so touch as I've been touched and healed.

A sentiment derived from the words and works of others, not exclusively literary. Yet literature is explicit, at least to me it is. While dance, movies, symphonies and images seem suggestive. All prayer.

Easily cyclonic, fearing the destruction of myself, or the beloved, I still wonder at what I'm playing with; considering a consequential relationship full time.

“God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again.” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Regardless the vanity by association or aggregation, they, both M & P. are more giving than I may ever be in real time kindness . . . I'm such an eejit fruit cake, sensing it possible to grow one's soul in solitude, but a personality only in community. . . .The bride groom jitterbug tap dance?

One obviously having said yes. And at best, I've known from beginning to end, myself easily slain by kindness. Obviously, always, a fool for love.

The one saying yes, so far, emblematic of expansion and the line of integration. A greater wholeness unimaginable at my age previously. . . .and what of Annie? Who, obviously, loves me too. No one and nothing being merely anything to me. So defined as dismissible.

. . . could be I am merely a prayer frog hurling my ribbits heavenward, or just an old toad. Kiss me, kiss me not, remaining unchanged not Beauty and the Beast.

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