So it came to pass, as these things generally do on a blissful sunny saturday afternoon, that I found myself in a pickle. A quandry, if you will.
Whilst blessed with the odd diamond in the sky, as the day progressed I started to question ones existence and my place in this vast and unforgiving universe.
Little did I know at the time that soon time would be of the essence, and with that, become inconsequential. A slight disassociative state of mind presented itself when dusk fell and the question I had asked earlier became more prominent and rather confrontational.
There was no respite from its harrowing impetus, and altough I had collapsed into a puddle by then, a brief excursion to the African savannah wasn't all that comforting. Physical constraints that previously were gone unnoticed has surfaced somehow and gave birth to a most peculiar mode of walking.
Anyway, since timeywimey is wiblywobly anyway I just had to give in to the realisation that I do not have the faintest clue as to what I'm doing.
Then I started to look around; looked at people, thought about people and their actions. How we act and behave and influence and impose and manipulate others. Thinking it all makes sense.
And then the dawn of reckoning came upon me as I stood there gazing at my ceiling, realising that NOBODY ELSE HAS THE FAINTEST CLUE AS TO WHAT THEY'RE DOING.
Well allrighty then.
Whilst blessed with the odd diamond in the sky, as the day progressed I started to question ones existence and my place in this vast and unforgiving universe.
Little did I know at the time that soon time would be of the essence, and with that, become inconsequential. A slight disassociative state of mind presented itself when dusk fell and the question I had asked earlier became more prominent and rather confrontational.
There was no respite from its harrowing impetus, and altough I had collapsed into a puddle by then, a brief excursion to the African savannah wasn't all that comforting. Physical constraints that previously were gone unnoticed has surfaced somehow and gave birth to a most peculiar mode of walking.
Anyway, since timeywimey is wiblywobly anyway I just had to give in to the realisation that I do not have the faintest clue as to what I'm doing.
Then I started to look around; looked at people, thought about people and their actions. How we act and behave and influence and impose and manipulate others. Thinking it all makes sense.
And then the dawn of reckoning came upon me as I stood there gazing at my ceiling, realising that NOBODY ELSE HAS THE FAINTEST CLUE AS TO WHAT THEY'RE DOING.
Well allrighty then.
