Marlowe at the Bistro

Every decision is a progression of a journey. A turn at the fork in the road, if you will. The only things that you can count on is yourself and the existence of said journey. There is hoping that the vessel you have procured for this trek is seaworthy and will bear you upon this trip with as little displeasure as possible. Yet there are inevitabilities that make the bile jump from liver to tongue. We do not all start on the Thames and finish upon the Congo. Each person must find his or her fluvial metaphor of importance and follow it to it's terminus. Though there is one thing that one must recommend, and that is a guide. Freeslaven or Virgil for those who err on the side of caution, for Kurtz is not someone to be trifled with. Though there are those who wake up alone in the jungle, for the rest of their expedition has gotten waylaid by the perils of their own journey. For these lonely explorers, awareness is key, for there are many a hyena that smile and laugh to your face, yet as soon as you turn your back, they claw and bite at you, jeering all the while. While it may seem that you are trapped deep in the Heat of Darkness, with danger all around, remember there is no Stanley without Livingston, or vice versa. Those that build slowly and suffer the incertitudes of doubt and misfortune tend to not waver and suffer the catastrophic fluctuations of those that find immediate success. Yet, be forever wary of those hyenas, because they can be found among those that try and keep themselves closest to you. The longer they are within close vicinity, the more damage they can incur. If impossible to distance yourself from these savage beasts, do not be afraid to arm yourself. For a jackal that has tasted the knotted hide of a bullwhip mixed with his own blood will be all the more cautious on his next approach to your camp. Yet it seems we often remember crossing the brambles more than the pleasant meanderings across the plains. This is for each thorn, each jagged pain serves as a lesson, for mistakes are only costly when they go unheeded. Some say you need a compass to navigate these waters, I say you need a muse. For it is only she who can guide you to and help you conquer your inner Kurtz.

Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus

Dave

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