As Einstein Once Said...

To paraphrase Einstein; to do the same thing over and over and expect different results is insanity... I think that there comes a point in all of our lives where we take a step or two back from the tapestry that we've created thus far to see where we need to add more color or switch from stitching emphasis in the foreground to the back; we keep our eyes open to changes in color or shifts in pattern or the odd flying pig inserted amongst packs of hounds. We gauge the width of the fabric in addition to the length, take time to inspect the seams and reinforce the splicings--finding errors or stray threads, we attempt to remedy the omissions or solidify our creation. Sometimes we marvel at the melancholy that we've created, woven through with brief bright spots and flashes of insight into the core of our being. This is after all a picture of our life. A combination of memory, reminiscences of sound and taste and smell, a flesh-memory of touch and other intimate happenings. I've been taking stock of my life's tapestry for a while now, noticing how few the bright colors are, how few the deep shades too; instead there is a static jumble of muted tones and listless stitchery. I'm switching out my needle, dyeing new thread, sharpening my scissors and getting ready to reassert my will on the warp and weft of my life. Life's to short to simply reorder ecru-wrapped spindles in bulk and deftly tie knots with long tails.