"Remember, wherever you go, there you are."
-Yogi Berra's Guru
"How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all."
-The Firesign Theater
"I've got my home in my hand, I'm a travelin' man." -Ronnie Self
-Yogi Berra's Guru
"How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all."
-The Firesign Theater
"I've got my home in my hand, I'm a travelin' man." -Ronnie Self
Happy Monday you ol' Blogladytes, you. Today I'm contemplating our place in the universe. You may ask, "Phil, why would a sticky dipstick like yourself muddle your little pea-brain with big thoughts like our place in the vast cosmos? Isn't 'Saved By The Bell' on?"
I would answer, yes probably, on satellite.
But, my mind wanders a great deal and ends up in some strange neighborhoods. Sort of like an old woman with dementia, only without the fuzzy slippers. Maybe I should install a door alarm somewhere in my cranium.
You see, although my thoughts wander... they basically stay within the confines of The Eternal Mind. At least, as far as I can tell. My mind doesn't always keep me in the loop of all it's goings-on. That's OK, I don't always confide in my mind. What it doesn't know can't hurt it (unless it's taken by surprise by a falling safe.)
You know, I'm not even sure that should my mind meet up with a falling safe, or a dropped grand piano, that it would have much impact (well, you know what I mean.) Sure, it would mess up the new hair plugs, but I'm willing to bet that my mind would go unscathed. Of course, I can't prove this. But, I don't think I could disprove it either. We'll have to wait until the safe vs. mind bout takes place and I'll get back to you with the results.
I guess you're right. I probably shouldn't agitate myself with such big thoughts. I just get all worked up and I don't have a very good outlet for all the misguided energy. At least not any that society doesn't frown on.
Maybe I'll just go to work. It's about that time.
-Your Humble 'Toonist
P.S. - I'm fasting today...don't mess with me.
2 comments:
As Mondays beg a new beginning and being a lonesome beggar hovering like a visionary bug suspended in the emptiness of Mind Essence for which there is no end, the 'safe-vs.-mind' syllogism sagaciously bespeaks the nature of impermanence without the cacophony of piano annihilation-crescendo. OR, as the Beatles once said, "I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in..."
Hey, what a kawinky-dink! I'm fasting today, too, but I'm also having an upper endoscopy, so...
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