Nausea

I have started reading another book by Satre, Nausea. What attracted me to the book is the title. For I have my own daily nausea I suffer through. It is not any regular nausea, like from drinking too much beer or eating food that is off. This comes at random and is sickening to the bone. No, you do not puke, you do not faint. You just feel utterly helpless.
It feels like you have been propelled a thousand leagues in the air. There is nothing to hold on to up there. It feels like a black hole in your stomach.

Then I got laid the other night. Now I am starting to feel less and less nauseous.

Here is a thought

There is this over zealous rush to nationalise our gold mines, to nationalise every other thing they mine in south africa you can think of and do not possess. Yes, it is great that Julius Malema is making a noise about it. But has anyone ever thought that the mines might be EMPTY? I don't know... think about it.

Insane?

There is a lot going on around us. Some is visible to the naked eye and most is not. Often I feel it prickling in the air. My skin tingles and my brain tries desperately to get itself around it. But it evades me. Constantly. Like that dream you know you should remember but never do.
I have been hearing so many rumours about our world coming to an end lately. Yes, such rumours have always existed. Think back to the Y2K scare of 1999 as the world sleepily rolled over to the year 2000. It has always been a baseless fear that spreads like a virus and paralizes even the most reasonable of persons. With these current rumours, i wonder if they are really baseless. Australia and everywhere else with a name seems to be drowning under an insistent flood. Except for Africa it seems. The drought here still seems to be marching on. Leaving us undone.
There has been an increase in a wild spiritual awareness that I am noticing even among my friends. The heretic "hippies" [hippie should be classified as a swear word] who are contantly druged up on one hallucinogen or other.

Every thing seems to be unclassified these days. Social networks are gluing us to a non-existent reality that we have come to accept as our own. People are playing dangerous mind games with each other only to see who will burn the most. Who can stand up to satan and survive.

Who is this unsung hero that will emerge from these ashes? Iqhawe lama qhawe.