You say, "Flow with it."

I have a girlfriend that can't keep her mouth shut. I have a world outside my door that can't keep it's mouth shut either. Neither seems to be able to answer the simple questions I place before them, but would rather ramble on about some err to fore remote corner of the question and it's implications to their perceived self importance. The result is frustration on both ends.
We as a conversing culture no longer emphasize the fluidity and the accelerated, amplified positions of possibility that become available to those that will allow it to occur, in their conversations. There is no following or leading there is only the flow and our place within it.
Ask a musician if there would be any music if the communication carried on between those in the band was arranged as we arrange the mountain of self importance we place before the flow most of the time our mouths are open.
Being aware that the music of our lives is tragically mistreated as we carry out our days, is not enough for us to splendor a greater sound.
Worst of all I know some old hippies that like rap.
Crap!

You say, "Flow with it." Around the mountain.
How droll.
While I feel the need to surge.