Providencial hand, for the lack of a better name

I just realized that I am constant in my apparent nonconsistency. It is the same "thing" nomatter where it seems to be coming from. It makes me wonder if I have the strength to pass the time in a similar way (Wuthering Heights). It would be like going to a costume party and falling in love with the one dressed up like a clown, when you hate "clowns" but really it is your husband in disguise. Even behind a costume, I would love the same, costumes don't conceal what I love. There are ways; however, to trick me without manipulating my brain physically. . I have been thinking alot lately about being the hunter instead of the hunted. Maybe it is changing my frame of mind that will sort of awaken a new muse inside of me that is dormant for now. "Without change something sleeps within us and seldom awakens... The sleeper must awaken." -Dune . Time is the measurement of change. Change must be created here and immediately.