the sake of tomorrow...

And three days, das, das-like meaning German-like like German engineering, quality and built to last. So I continue the links, everyday in this chain. Gaining and building upon an anxious momentum as we turn some scheduled corners while preparing for the Haiti mission. Counting down the days to the role of dice, the role of a lifetime and the risk of a lightning strike, roulette and revolvers...I am the most keenly aware of the inherent tenuous nature of these contracts, explosive and blade riven. But this one...and let's pray for war are our mantras. But if this voodoo doesn't present itself, then I will hurl myself headlong into the television production and fiction writing mode. A mercenary or a writer/t.v. wannabee. So funny the seemingly random directions our lives go in. Remember Plinko on "The Price Is Right"? Now matter where you placed the disk on top of the platform, some flailing gravity would drag it down a new circuitous route, unknowable by human or machine calculation. Each second, each moment new is a miracle of chaos and energetic dynamism. And the wonderful audacity of the human consciousness to consume and organise and divert oceans of information into normal reality , albeit dazzling, but minus the good drugs, frighteningly normal...On this third day of the new year (such another wonderful arbitrary point of concern) I forge onward into the crispy void and wade toward my destiny. I'm praying for war and writing for the sake of tomorrow...