There is no way the content of this post will fit into your mind.
But have a go anyway: it doesn’t have to. If Carl Sagan was right in claiming that
well this post is one big creative aid for your Monday Morning.
I’m deferring to three of my teachers tonight: they are way more on the ball at present.
Call it a three-click path to freedom through laughter. Pour some coffee.
There is a lot to be said for understanding that we are tiny.
And huge too. It starts by clicking here. Scroll up and down the whole trip: take it back
and forth and back again. Tasty. Quietly educational. Gooood for you. Take a breath.
Vastly enjoy the visual knowing of your place in this thing, sizewise.
Bask in it like a walrus sunning herself on a flat rock in August.
Drink it in like a marathon runner accepting cold water from a fawning admirer.
Then have a look at this:
Because you know and I know, those guys were on to something.
Ok, following me so far? Now wrap it up with this little number:
So that’s what I’m tossing around, like so many windblown thoughtseeds*, this evening.
Hope it serves.
*Yes I know that word did not exist until just now. I love you too.
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