Crawling the Wrong Way.

The snails were crawling up the outside wall of my house again tonight. Snails seem to like the cold, wet, dreary weather we’re having at the moment.

I crawl up the wall often, but for different reasons. My crawling is usually driven by humans and their damn fool systems exhibiting an increasing tendency to be incompetent and dysfunctional. And the mood consequently engendered in a mind shackled to the concept of idealism is no satisfactory route to Nirvana.