Wandering along a marked trail after the rain feels like it demands to be treated as a metaphor for life — you’re following in the path that so many others have taken, carefully navigating over the same water holes, and avoiding slipping and falling down the slick, uneven steps, eventually to arrive at a beautiful look-off point. What I’ve been wondering more and more lately though is, what are the risks and rewards for stepping off the trail and making your own path. The metaphor can be applied in any manner of scenarios, and it’s so simple it could be applied in the same manner as a horoscope, but it’s still nice to know these little things keep us thinking.
There’s a lot going around in bloglandia and on the interwebs about WikiLeaks honcho Julian Assange’s sexual assault charge in Sweden; commentators are saying that Assange didn’t really rape anyone, and these are trumped-up charges of “sex by surprise,” which basically means that Assange didn’t wear a condom and so days later the women he slept with are claiming rape…
