I dreamed I saw what seemed to be an ink sketch by Dali of a horse--at least its head was Dali-strange. But when I looked closer, it wasn't a horse, but a centaur whose head, arms, and human torso had been bitten off! The guts and scraps spilled over, forming a mangled parody of a horse-head. It was drawn so calmly, so matter-of-factly, I had refused to see it.

It frightened me--for I knew who it was. Me. Mistaking myself for a creature with a somewhat peculiar head... when I was really a mutilated, cut-off version of something quite different and more complex...

And if I want to heal, I need to regrow my non-comforming parts, not trim myself down like Procrustes to mimic normality.

"Procrustes" is a old Greek tale. In short:

A traveler stops at a lonely house as night falls. The host says he has a small guest bed. If the guest is too tall for the bed, the host just chops him down to size! If the guest is too short, he stretches you on a rack till you fit juuuuuust right.

MORAL: with a cultural infrastructure like this, no wonder Europeans can't run decent motels!

AMORAL: OK, that was flippant. Americans can't run them either.

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