Walks...
I went for a walk today; I felt the warm licks of sunshine against my neck and the tickle of wet grass around my ankles. Life is surely lived on more than one coordinate. My X , My Y, and My Z are all aligned today. The mathematicians are puzzled. I'm amused. They keep laughing at me. And I keep walking. And String Theory, how does this figure into the scheme of things? A raven is wobbling with a tasty walnut in its beak and doesn't seem to care too much about String Theory or String Theorists. I can't wobble, so I keep walking.
posted by The Impeccable Beast @ 5:41 PM
5 comments
5 Comments:
uh oh...you sound happy.
Actually, i'm not. I feel like a useless old stump. But I like to pretend that I'm happy, because being happy is a lot harder than prending to be.
I wish I had some fashionable addiction like heroin, crack, weed..
The only addiction I have is Earl Grey Tea
I knew it.
Dammit it all to hell. The most fashionable addiction in our neighborhood is xanax. Not that I'm suggesting you try it.
Feeling like a stump is unpleasant to say the least. I hope the power of positive visualization is working for you. It rarely works for me, as my mind just perverts each image I send it.
Skip the drugs, stick to good books.
Currently on Michael's side of the bed (but mine):"Why People Believe Wierd Things".
Take that walk. You are in a String Theory of your own. Meticulous, amazing, refreshing. You are the biggest part of all the little bits.
Take that walk, and frown at the mathemeticians.
Enregistrer un commentaire
<< Home