The Title Illustrated as NEUROTICA

 I am inclined to write this blog from the corners of my imagination. The corners of that dark space are rounded; they do not come to the point as regular corners do. The walls and door are so ornate that it is difficult to judge where the door is. Proceed forward and the exit springs open automatically. Picture as you will the most ornate and detailed dream which you have created from your innermost id. Why is it that you, the individual who searches for the prospect of the truth within the surrounding walls of neurotica? Have neurotics blamed you unnecessarily for their own faults? Have their unmet needs stepped upon your toes causing you to feel shame and utter self consciousness? Humiliation is a form of control over the human being. Such disrespect is a difficult pill to ingest. No wonder Dr. Carl Jung and his writings regarding psychology can be depicted by the artist as Dr. Jung removing the mask to show the real individual as opposed to the "fake front" which he dons. 

WRITE LIKE THE RIGHT HAND READS

 

To the readers of this blog I hereby mention a flow of thoughts bubbling from the imagination of an unknown writer who had aspired to accomplish something great in her what appears to be the outcome, long life. A long life can show itself as being in the young old age years up the point of how amazing it was to live beyond expectation to an age where no human being is expected to live. In the media of today I had read of those who survived past the age of 100 years. I am in awe of that single accomplishment they have achieved. As I look at my right hand searching for answers which my lifeline shall inform me of, my thoughts question the split of it. In other words which half of the split is mine when compared to my ex-spouse of thirty years of wedlock is his. My theory formulates an assumption that his is on the left side while mine is on the right. I am no expert when it comes to reading palms. His life line in the palm of my hand seems to hook up with another line. He has been involved in another relationship for over 10 years now. 

The hand is the illustrative history of any unique individual. What do these lines speak of in their own native tongue? How captivating it is to read into this unwritten past. Does it carry an ounce of truth in its story? That I cannot guarantee. Many share an interest in this subject. How mesmerizing the thought of having one's personal history if not their future explained to them by one one who can interpret these signs. 

Speak of the unknown and unpredictable account which I have been rambling on about. Unpredictable each life can be and fate cannot always be depended upon to guide destiny. We can change this path since we are the holders of "free will".