I have fallen off the horse. It's time to get back on. I have been spending a lot of time reading and writing as of late but, unfortunately, you, my dear readers, were not invited along on my journey of literary bliss. I do apologise.
I have also spent a lot of time trying to find myself. That is so cliche. Allow me a chance to rephrase. Why do we ever have to 'find' ourselves? Are we lost? Are we doomed to be vagabonds from birth until that fateful day that we reach enlightenment after years of quiet contemplation in which we search for ourselves in the dark, cosmic forest of life? Wha?
I suppose that I have, actually, been trying to convince myself I am who I am and run with it despite what others may think of me. Consider it to be the mustering of courage to step out of the closet and into the light of day. Did I say 'step out of the closet'? Humm, that's a queer statement. I jest.
The other night I was walking and talking to myself, because my dog detests conversations of a metaphysical nature and so I am left conversing with the only intellectual equal I know, me -I am also the only person I know willing to 'put up with' the inane drivel that I try to pass off as scholastic genius boarding on god-like awareness of the secrets of the universe... you know I completely lost track of where I was going with this.
Anyhow, I leave you with a quote I made up 20 minutes ago during a theological battle on facebook:
A son said to his father, 'Where did all this come from, dad?'
'New Jersey', father replied.
'No,' said the son. 'I mean everything around us, the universe and everything.' He gestured in a sweeping motion.
Without missing a beat his father said, 'New York.'
Your kung fu is weak.
-Nosmo of the Sacred Order of Nosmodian Monks (Long live the 'nonsense' that spits on logic and understanding!)