deux quinze

Clippers beat the Lakers. No surprise. They have been on a tear. Just got the text to make sure.

This changing of the guards in the City of Angels has been difficult and exciting. Purple and Gold has been bleeding. It sucks. After such promise at the beginning of the season. After such a storied history of success. Now the talks are of possibly making it to the playoffs. What happened? Watching the Clippers being considered the best in the NBA. Having Chris Paul, Blake Griffin, and the rest of Lob City just do amazing work. This all feels like this year's Super Bowl. Brothers battling on the biggest stage. Harbaughs coaching the Ravens and Forty Niners.

This transition. . .Letting one part go and allowing another to strive. Its like two dynasties fighting for the place in the history. Decades of being Head of the Class. Decades of being Runt of the Litter. Identities defined and Identities destroyed.

Holding on to traits. . .to beliefs. . .to traditions.

In this evolutionary struggle, there must be variations manifesting. Traits, oddities, mutations that provide competitive advantages over others. World is not static. The environment changes. The objects in this environment changes. This dynamic river keeps pushing the boundaries of the ever-changing landscape. There must be something different. . .something more. . .something that will allow excellence and propagation of these differences.

Had written a very different post this morning. It was about a dream. Troubling but revealing dream.

It starts here. A thought. An Idea. A Dream. A Belief. Action, then Behavior. Before Too Long it becomes a Tradition. In Time it May Become a Legacy than a Dynasty.

Its getting late and my eyes are getting heavy. Going to dream soon.