The Morning

I am on an adventure.

For the first time in years I got up at 06:00am to the sound of a distant rooster.

A perfect blues song maybe?

I know all about blues, and I am angry as foolish about my life.

I boarded the 07:07am train for Kings Cross London, in the dark and in thick fog.

As the day wakes up around me, my fellow travellers sleep or bicker and complain about their lives.

I can’t claim “not” to be programmed, it is a part of the human condition.

Except, I know I am programmed by my environment and choose (where possible) what I am influenced by.

People are talking about what was on TV last night.

I don’t have one!

People are buried wide eyed in their newspapers.

On their way to work.

I am on my way to a large group awareness training seminar.

My input for the day so far has been Pat O’Bryan’s blog.

I really like what Pat O’Bryan has to say about James A Ray.

The seminar I am attending was designed by Werner Erhard.

Werner is probably responsible for the

Werner’s work IS in everything and yet?

The man is still hounded and vilified for his brilliance.

Wish me luck in my philosophical enquiry into my anger!

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

mark ty wharton