There’s a subtle, yet powerful difference between longing and daydream. Both are tempestuous liaisons for Attention, directing its navigation between the Sea of Imagination and the Actual Ocean of Thought. Both serve the nonsensical sails of HMS Purposiveness and USS Irrational, alike. And both christen for Sovereignty a determined escape from the landscape of such aforementioned relations, altogether. But though both attributes of Self evidently salinate in natural communion, only one holds the heart of all matters at its mercy. Where the latter leads the tending subject into conditionally light and sunny objectivity, the anoetic former leaves it squished for dead like an ugly bug in the bathroom- HOW DARE YOU SHOCK ME HERE?! … *ahem* … Recognizing this pretense, I assuredly dwell on the high ground which acts as a bulwark for my eternal flame; entertaining neither winds, nor nerve; immobile and constant.