MENS: forgive me if ignore you. i have substantial respect for the best of you here. but nature drives me back to the same old biological imperatives. attenuated, yet still compelling.
WOMENS: I have lost the imagined (is there any other kind?) love of my life. but im still "healthy", still want to make happiness out of every bit of life possible............ now how appealing is that ? ... well in that case, how about considering me as your last "l.o.m.l." (or whatever other pap you keep on tap? don't want no more cool-aid). i specialize in late life zeitgeist rehab, both yours and mine.
i know that many here are fools. its all right. the modern fool is everywhere. as background noise. even this agnostic retreat is overrun with them. there's a gresham's law for fools, perhaps they're our specie's dark matter. but an unconventional woman, answering me over their bleatings, might just ease my mind regarding fools, and much else. she would be, sadly, my haystack needle. with her around, the obligatory "suffering fools gladly" becomes as the frolicking of playful puppies. i speak of that biological mainspring of men's hearts, our ancient primate sexual mind bond. the "ole in and out" compares to it as the weak atomic force to gravity. "in and out" is very strong, this sex based "gravity" is stronger. gravity is enduring, at the end gravity is all. we the "dominant" sex are contentedly enslaved by the mainspring force. knowing that our females are something different from us does not dissuade us.
so i search for that hypothetical bright woman who hungers for male dialog. ... who prefers "gravity" to n.p.r. doctrines. tiptoe into me, or hide in disguise, as you please. pretend you're a higgs- boson particle if that suits you. just don't waste time.
to help you take an informal sounding of both of our potentials for depth, i'm peddling the best of my personal music. its a radical thing to do. this music, my loved music, this music of a home grown musicologist, is only clicks away. it is presented here as a credential. as my implicit license to be your wise man. ... w.t.f., and why should i, you say? is this guy wearing a checkered jacket, you say? no i'm not. nor a straight jacket either. and i hate robes. just try listening to the music postings. follow these bread crumbs little bird. this music is its own instant reward. and i'm using it here to sound out our prospects. that is the very essence of the new synthetic cyber courtship! and it is great music from those few cultures that actually have a great music. and that will either become immediately apparent to you, or not. and if it doesn't, it's all right that our connection rise or fail here . but it's still best if you listen to all 380 plus offerings. to pre - pre qualify us. they also have other separate ulterior benign purposes. but yet another transcendental purpose, if needed be by some cruel accident of your history, or by a musical disability of your sex , might be for you to suddenly & finally find great music as i, just as suddenly, find an old man's 3rd act reason to live. now theres a beautiful hypothetical moment to contemplate, itself at heart musical.
well, time's - a - wastin' , dream goil . and no .... i refuse to wake from this dream. outside this dream lies a waiting black hole. but, you say, the dream itself is an oblivion? then i say to you, dat dere is proof you aint her! bye bye, fare thee well. what would my needle be doing here on Agnostic anyway? likely she's already renounced contact with sad humanity. but also true is that right now, here where theory finally meets practice, it's time for me to look at these super long shots systematically and leave no stone unturned when im asking a potential sig. oth. cooder to do the actual turning ( yes, i will find and save you yet my darling !! ..., i will stay right here and wait for you to see the beauty of it !! ....).
but again, still mit der meanwhiles, for the "you" who clearly aint her............ no soup for you! come back ... one year! but no! this is no time for rigidity. no call for tunnel vision when no tunnel is in sight. one can't foresee every possible permutation. i might be wrong about some aspect of life. so, my hypothetical dearest longest lostest of dream girl long shots ... come back, two days!
but if you prefer joining the fools, then take my loved music and leave me howlin' at the moon. i don't even mind that much, in light of all the looming collapses, and a diminished moon. many an undeserving and very foolish fool has had redeeming good in them, including you. and me.
so, finally ... if you are that still here last of the mohegans, .....the time has come. start at the chronological beginning of the listings, my sweet stoopnagle. hello? ..... hello? ....... anyone?