Stories of the invisible encounters with ridiculous ideas and just running with it. 🤪
Ideas are born on their own perhaps to someone in need of a way to continue when one has lost enough. In other words, miracles are a thing. They can appear when we can’t see anything else. Luckily one doesn’t have to look far since a single breath is a miracle and that happens regularly for most people. Even if it is an assisted breath, that is a miracle too. That anything works and comes together is a miracle. To a person in need, a story offered at the right time is also a miracle.
I have somehow amassed a huge amount of stories in the last couple of years. I suppose that one becomes more susceptible to that when isolated from life in a new way. The stories are flexible and mostly remain untold and basically unruly and noisy in my head while I continuously fight to get them to quiet down. I suppose they just want out and if I write them I may not need to try to hush them as they will be out on their own and no longer my concern. That seems like a good deal for all involved parties so I guess let’s do it.
I always had an idea that I wanted to write a book but it pans out that it is much different than what I ever supposed it might be. I now have enough stories for a number of books and most of them have nothing to do with me. I guess the twists and turns is what makes it all so interesting anyhow. If not interesting how would we be able to stay engaged with life.
Matter Unorganized
Each day is matter unorganized and we have an opportunity to make whatever we want of it. Each experience we have really is that as well, making sense however we choose. All the information one can sense is matter unorganized and as humans we get to organize and make sense of things as we experience or even after we experience.