When THOSE sorts of things happen. You know the ones. You just can’t quite explain it, but there it is. Like when you get three flat tires in nine days time, and then the furnace breaks down at home. Or… you can’t remember your sister’s first name when you are introducing her to someone at the grocery. Those times when you can’t find your car keys… and they were just, RIGHT HERE…. on the counter. Or when people start finding huge 20-feet-long oarfish…. out of the ocean…. two in one week. No explanation. Blame it on the Monkey.

You see…. Way out there…. I mean.. WAY out there….
are things we can not even imagine. That infinity of it all… goes on and on and on and on.
We can’t measure the immeasurable. We do not see it, or smell it… and right now… we cannot even think it.
But. Smart humans, we think we are.

Yet, for all we know, there is an entire universe of monkey people, three billion years ahead of us…. hanging around out there. You know. Just monkeying around. They are the ones responsible for the mishaps. Working us this way and that. A bunch of real swingers, I’ll tell you.

And. I’ll bet you a bunch of bananas this is incredibly true.
What else could explain the all the lost socks…. and Donald Trump’s Hair… and the mystery filling in Hot Pockets.

I’m telling you. There are Monkeys in the Universe. The ones with the wrenches.  Right now, they are having WAY more fun then when they were in the barrel. Trust me…. You can blame it ALL on them.

“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.” – Kahlil Gibran