So, like, yeah... it's da new millenium, da new century, a new year and alla that. "So what?" we might say. Well, for starters, ya's remember the old notion of the New Year's resolution? Course ya do. We resolve t'do this n'that in the new year; to somehow better or rectify our foibles, mend a few fences, address our challenges, cleanse our spirits or shed a less than desirable habit, to live our dreams or exorcise our demons; whatever. Geez, a whole new freakin' era oughtta be a really good place t'start, n'est ce pas? Dontcha think? (or, don't you?)

A fetching notion to be sure; to somehow better our lot with the resolve that comes with a new beginning. Maybe we should "resolve" to begin this "resolution" process April Fool's day instead to give us a few more months to think about it and take some of the pressure off but, we seem t'like the metaphorical context of a new year as somehow being more appropos. So this time, with a whole new freakin' millenium, we done hit the jackpot...perhaps we oughtta make the most of it.

And, after all, truth be told, learnin' to live our lives better is really the objective all the time, ain't it? Whether flushed with "New Year's resolve" or not. And, in so doing, there's myriad ways we can fuck up...and yet, at the same time, there's really so few...'cause they're all mostly variants on the same way; namely, not looking out for the well being of each other and all the world in general for that matter, yeah, even the animals, plants, the Earth and the trees...Not being true to our inner nature that we've been gifted with all along. In a nutshell, not living with love for each other in the first place.

All we really have, when it comes right down to it, is our integrity, our compassion, and our capacity to love each other. While we're continually presented with many tempting teachings, numerous poignant lessons, buckets n'barrels of cataclysmic calls for change, and the lure of many fragrant paths to help us understand this, it's something we already know internally and wholly instinctually. Reallynoshitreally. Our ability to grasp any of this intellectually is secondary at best, in fact almost superficial or, in any case, beside the point .

Sometimes, some of us ask angels to sweep down to our sides to assist the process... sometimes we pray... Or we begin yet another spiritual vision-quest-rodeo-doodah fest... An' sometimes, we just throw up our hands and go "huh?".

In any event, we're really just asking ourselves to do what is needed. Yet, somehow, by externally morphing these manifestations into various sundry hoodoo-holographic quasideified pantheistic polyglots o' exogenarian ectoplasmicplastic divinelight fat-free party favors, we feel the comfort of aid and can accept it because we asked for it and it arrived. And, yeah, often even, the help really does come. Yet if we were to believe this was actually coming from within ourselves, we'd likely be unable to accept its veracity nor would we have the wherewithal to ask for it in the first place. As Boris Badenov used t'say, just a nanosecond before the sphericaloid black bomb he was holding in his hand always blew up in his face: "HOOO - BOYYY!!!"

And then there's this; just as we must be self-responsible for all that transpires in our lives, the good and the bad, we must also remain mindful that others may not always be doing the same at the same time we are. We're not all of us always on the same page at the same time, y'know. So be it I guess. "HOOO - BOYYY!!!" Again (and indeed!)

And, for that matter, "So what?" we might say again. Okay, since ya's asked, I'll tellyas what... we still gotta do it anyway. Acceptin' resonsibility fer our own stuff is in our job description as practicin' human beans. It's how we grow; the means by which we transcend the challenges that always present themselves and by which we try our resolve to live better in the first place. It ain't rocket science. It ain't quantum physics (Oops... actually it is quantum physics, now that I think about it!!).

Be that as it may, our toolboxes already got what we need in 'em, but, as we know only too well, sometimes our tools get scattered, misplaced, or sometimes left out in the rain t'rust. It might be good to remember that now n'again.

Anyway, before ya think old Krozabeeep's goin' soft in his senile dementia, oh, heck, never mind...maybe I am. Or not! Guess I'll haveta leave ya's guessin' on THAT one. For now, anyway. Stay tuned n'pruned fer my next outburst t'see...

Oh, yeah... here's my resolution ferda new century.... more regular spewin' n'screechin' t'tickle yer fancies and push yer buttons. Y'all ain't heard nothin' yet...And, speakin' of havin' yer buttons soundly pushed (while of course, changing the subject in toto he noted with glee...), any y'all reread Tom Robbins' Jitterbug Perfume lately?

Happy New Year, all my dear friends (as well, of course, those of you who find me a truculent misanthrope pain-in-the-ass)!!! Now go and hit the "guest-ed" page & let 'er rip!!! We need some new fodder there to kick off the millenium (but remember t'paint with love)!

Smooches, Yer parenthetically pathetic & metaphorically-challenged moronic-miscreant,

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