The Thirst of Rigor

There have been some tricks I am learning, as of late. Something between being my own guard dog and laying splayed across a bed in anticipation of being done right and well.

Of admiring someone splayed across a bed in anticipation of being done right and well.

The past few weeks (and into the future) have been about how much you can achieve when you make sure that everything and everyone is disciplined enough, in their own regard, to be aligned to what you are aiming for. 

Language, writing, relationships.

All with the correct amount of focus; all in the perfect and correct order.

This, of course, has less to do with rules and routine as much as it has to do with all that lead us to the ever-seductive intersection of where curiosity meets rigor.

Put that pencil down, and look around you. There is someone in the room that has information you don't know, that you want to know.

Information that will start the sensation of saliva pouring down the walls of your mouth as you keep it shut.

Your job

of course and simply

is to find it.




go.

-k.