Revelations and revolutions

My mind was racing whilst cranking out my run this morning. I have had the wind up my arse since yesterday, all excited about the new location we have found, about how economical the timber is with which I am building the new floor in the loft, about the wind leaks I am plugging in our decrepit house like the rotten-caulked hulk from a Joseph Conrad novel. So the brilliant sunshine and crunching frost/hail underfoot only augmented my positive outlook, and ripened my mind for an hour of philosophical and creative exploration. I chewed concepts like delicious venison, blood dripping in rivulets of original thinking... I smiled to myself, even giggled out loud as conceptual obstacles were sliced like tragic blonde damsels on the tracks of my unstoppable train of thought. It was a good run.
The iPod chugged out LCD, its rhythms and changes of pace meshing sweetly with the terrain beneath my feet and across my cortex. The images I had been wrestling with over the last few days were tossed around and over each other, their new appearance being tested against and overcoming every challenging cliche I threw in their way. This  is going well, I thought. At last I arrived at the final crossroads, and drew up as with almost comical timing this came over the headphones. I drew in a lungful of sweet, iced morning air that bit at my intercostal muscles, made my ribs ache. Droplets of meltwater were now beginning to catch the low sunlight that precipitated their arrival from the frost on the bare branches. Stillness pervaded all. Silence, but for the Great Release, accompanied the distilled idea that swam to the front of my mind, and rested gently like a piece of burnt white paper at last coming to earth from the bonfire plume. It sat- confidently, quietly and complete.

Greed and Lust are the same thing.