A lot of people wrote in about yesterday’s post.  The general comments fell in the lines of “it just didn’t make sense” or “I don’t get it.”  That sort of thing.  A few people asked if I was feeling okay….

Am I losing my marbles?  Have I fallen off my rocker?  Wading toward the deep end?  One sandwich short of a full and complete picnic lunch?  Well, I hope not.

But yesterday, I was simply having a difficult time putting my finger on “it”….. if you will.  I couldn’t quite make up my mind, or find clarity, on anything.  From the very mundane, to the lofty.

Seems I’ve felt this way  for a few days now.  Something is not sitting right in my little carton of eggs… or my basket of apples.  I am on the edge of the rim of the verge of something.   Maybe the Autumn Equinox is making the air molecules slow down and be thick.  I don’t know. It merely feels like Cream of Mushroom Soup everywhere around me.

To be honest, sometimes it appears that I am just going through the motions.  I don’t really feel like doing the actual motions with all my motion-doing-abilities.  So… I simply go through them.  Clunkety-Thunk.

And that is the all and the all of it. I don’t like it when this happens.  But there it is. Like a spinning top, but in slow motion.

The world is a large place.  The universe even bigger than that.     Multidimensional and multifaceted.

And when you look out on to the horizon, the world seems very flat.  Yet, you know in your heart… it is not.  A big bunch of mushroom soup, I tell you.

“Reality is merely an illusion, although a very persistent one” – Albert Einstein