the moon rose early and they sing like muslims around here

So I speak to myself here.
The latin is because I like it. It is the parent of English and so maybe it has a story to to tell. I found this line in an online collection of latin expressions and though I may have it slightly out of context I liked what I thought it meant.
The picture belongs to some one else and i just wonder if it is real. Staggering if it is.

Up again all night and I hear the voices of those, nuts enough to be up at this time of day. My motivation to stand in a temple professing or displaying devotion is at an all time low. I don't lament it but it will become harder to negotiate in time in this community. Complete adherence is the order of the day or pay the price. I expect every political arrangement has its price.
Spiritual, well that is an entirely different thing.
It is 4 am and I wonder who's family could be so damned noisy.
Kalki goes to play practice with his father at 6.30 am. You have got to love some peoples idea of practical. He wants to be a monkey. What I know of human nature, communities and children is enough for me to worry that he doesn't get his little heart broken. Well at least his ego badly handled. When adults deal with children the children are often merely connections to other adults. If some one likes your paretns they may be kind. If you have no family connections, chances are you are fair and square at the bottom of the totem pole if on it at all. As a kid i did not take this issue seriously as i did believe in our new world but it appears the people of my age group suffer from this abheration as much as the last generation. Maybe it is just religion that does it to people. As a matter of fact I may be on to something there. Love God and spite those who look like they may not Love him as much as you do. Gee I reckon the muslims excell at that but then the Christians are good too. The Christians are more hung up about the more superficial aspects of devotion. It isn't really about God but what God can do for the Nation. Yes that's it. Christians at heart are Nationalists. Blugh
How about Hindu's what are they. I think they are the ultimate deal makers. Mafia men. Forever pledging gifts in the hope of a trade off.
Vaisnava's, well they were once prone to independance but now that some of them have been cooped up in an order of sorts they have become a little ........ for want of a better word, lacking. Where is the inspiration if your counting the slabs of marble as I think Bhatissidanta suggested. They are best going it alone if you look at the history of the greatest. It seems the really commited ones were always subject to heavy criticism and even isolation in their time. It makes me wonder if being part of the order is always to be desired. The order requires such a heavy toll.

I hate men waking up and coughing and rasping as if their gizzards were trying to escape. Man take a worm tablet. Who can that be? Change your diet, do something. You sound like you are choking on your own mucous and you do it every morning.
Another ambient Indian experiance.

I hear the Samadhi conch blow. Maybe i could go there instaed. Much less public.

Bitter pills drop from my mouth and still I can not convince my self that anything is wrong with it. I must have been accustomed to too much harshness as a child. If my mother heard a child cry she would mock and tease it in an attempt to reveal its own silly preoccupation with its petty needs. Hey , don't come to me for hugs, they'll do you no good at all in the long run and I suppose in the long run she was right. Thank you Mother. In all the apparent dishonesty you were in fact the most honest. Humans suck and best become acquainted with the fact as early as possible. Spares you a lot of time and certainly prevents dissapointment.
But what to do with these revelations? Why put them to work in the name of revelation. Well in the hope that I will chance upon at least one or two more before I die.
The revelation that non of it is true. That this body is infact a vehicle in which I stay for some time, a transition. Spend time tinkering too long and I merely hold up the journey. And real estate, the ultimate drug. A place to hide, an account to control, some cudos to be had. Thank you God. You simply refuse to let me be part of it and who knows, I may experience genuine gratitude consistantly one day. I do admit I am addicted to beauty but Nature will suffice.