Every now and then I feel like I’m on the verge of being able to answer the great ‘meaning of life’ questions.
I mean, the answers are right on the tip of my brain. It’s as if I once knew these answers, but someone has hidden them from me.
Like when you have an incredible dream that floats away in a mist before you can write down the details of how a cow spoke to you in a foreign language, like Lebanese or Taiwanese or some other -ese while massaging your temples.
I ponder these questions often: Why are we here? What is our purpose? How do I program one remote control to manage all of the functions I require?
Perhaps, if I assume the lotus position, fast for three days, and focus all of my attention on these questions I will at some time in the future be able to answer the first two. The third is well beyond my comprehension, now and forever, but that’s why I have grandchildren.
Peace, People!
Praying for Eyebrowz 