Holes in the Head

I realize now that, if by some chance arrangement of circumstances (likely not of my own design), I fulfill my wish to adopt a minimalist lifestyle, I will not ever be truly unencumbered. Oh, I may be relatively free of material albatrosses, but the emotional baggage I carry inside cannot so easily be discarded.

Take quirks, for instance. Even the most otherwise completely rational and visibly sane people have these. For myself, some of my quirks include:

• intense dislike of people sniffing continuously, close to my personal space, rather than blowing their nose
• being irritated by otherwise tech-literate writers who insist on putting an annoyingly redundant hyphen between the 'e' and the 'm' of email (why, William Gibson, why, why, why?!)
• mutter, mutter
  

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Now that it has actually happened - overwhelmingly and tragically so - I guess this post is almost sub-trivial. For a number of years now I have had an occasionally reoccurring nightmare where I am standing outside my home (with my family) and watching this massive wall of water rush towards me from the sea. Now we live quite a few kilometers inland, but the sea is still visible from here. One child turns to me and asks if there is anything we can do - and I know there is nothing except to hold tight to each other...

Just the other week my daughter mentioned this same dream to me.

Is this a primal fear we all have and, if so, I can't help but wonder what, in our deeply hidden collective past, engendered it?
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