Thoughts about tenor and tone.

Kipling's "If" comes to mind.

"If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs......."

Also, my belief reinforced, and my experience confirms, (over and over across many miles) that if you come upon a clearing and see a gathering of whirling dervishes it is always best to simply take a seat and watch them whirl. Unless, of course, you enjoy a spin, with a deafening rush of wind, filling your ears with a hypnotic hum, and a view of the world as a blur. If not, simply take a seat and watch them whirl in the air of dervishood.

"When you've the air of dervishood inside, you'll float above the world and there abide."

Feet on the ground, that's me. Head in the clouds.

I remember in me yoof the Jam's "All Mod Cons" lp.

Paul Weller. "What you give is what you get." The Jam.

Are all Mods Cons? Are we promised all modern conveneinces all mod cons promise? Dangerous questions. Land mines underfoot. Takes a heart like Mary's when her man gets weak. So Joan said. Mitchell?

There's an arc, Joan,
So you say, Noah. Ascending or descending?
I'm not certain, but I'm in a jam. Of a kind. Two, of a kind.
We shall see, she said. We shall see.

Only Mad Dogs, and Englishmen, in the noonday sun.
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Wednesday. Another day come.