This week I had lunch with a wise man, one I consider to be master of his thoughts. I was shocked to learn his life had not been the zen lens practice it appears from the outside. He told me instead how the tiniest disagreement or harsh word would derail him, plummeting him into a fight or flight mode that saw him spend days isolated and spinning in his own head, plotting his escape and fleeing from his own life.

Just checking in from my astrofuquery bolthole to see how the weekend is treating you, darklings. Venting, ranting and non specific shots across the bow welcome here. Better out than in and splattered in such a way as not to cause irreparable damage in real life, non?