Up from the depths, thirty stories high, breathing fire, head in the sky...
Well, for once Tokyo can relax, because this was only test. Had intergalactic rubber monsters been menacing the earth, Godzilla would undoubtedly have appeared to save the day. As it is, though, it is only I, Felix, resurfacing after a month or two incommunicado.
I hesitated at the presumption of announcing my return as though it were an event of actual significance, but decided that doing so allowed those without the inclination to bypass the subject entirely instead of watching it dribble it out across unrelated threads.
I think of my hiatus not so much as having been gone from Literotica as present other places. Neither incivility nor disinterest kept me away.
As things would turn out, I have been otherwise occupied with the act and practice of life: birth and death, marriage and separation, long journeys and homecomings, growth and decline, isolation and reunion, unexpected eventualities and surprising inevitabilities. Condensed to a weekend, it could have been a movie; as a montage of moments, it was a veritable synecdoche of the human experience. I ascribe no mystical significance to this, but the the eerily consistent juxtaposition of antitheses has the symmetrical fingerprints of Tao all over it.
In real time, however, it took much of the summer, and I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that I was a participant in all but a principal in none, and that I am returned to familiar shores largely as I was before, and yet not unchanged.
Perusing the archives on my return, I noted that several of you had wondered at my absence. I find myself surprisingly touched by your sentiments, and reciprocate in kind. I plead for continued patience as I get caught up with other aspects of quotidian existence, but I do have a few tidbits to post as I get the chance.
Felix
P.S. That includes updates on some oldies, so stay tuned Roger.
Well, for once Tokyo can relax, because this was only test. Had intergalactic rubber monsters been menacing the earth, Godzilla would undoubtedly have appeared to save the day. As it is, though, it is only I, Felix, resurfacing after a month or two incommunicado.
I hesitated at the presumption of announcing my return as though it were an event of actual significance, but decided that doing so allowed those without the inclination to bypass the subject entirely instead of watching it dribble it out across unrelated threads.
I think of my hiatus not so much as having been gone from Literotica as present other places. Neither incivility nor disinterest kept me away.
As things would turn out, I have been otherwise occupied with the act and practice of life: birth and death, marriage and separation, long journeys and homecomings, growth and decline, isolation and reunion, unexpected eventualities and surprising inevitabilities. Condensed to a weekend, it could have been a movie; as a montage of moments, it was a veritable synecdoche of the human experience. I ascribe no mystical significance to this, but the the eerily consistent juxtaposition of antitheses has the symmetrical fingerprints of Tao all over it.
In real time, however, it took much of the summer, and I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that I was a participant in all but a principal in none, and that I am returned to familiar shores largely as I was before, and yet not unchanged.
Perusing the archives on my return, I noted that several of you had wondered at my absence. I find myself surprisingly touched by your sentiments, and reciprocate in kind. I plead for continued patience as I get caught up with other aspects of quotidian existence, but I do have a few tidbits to post as I get the chance.
Felix
P.S. That includes updates on some oldies, so stay tuned Roger.
