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We all start out with one.

Then we take our first breathes and away we go, but where do we go, nobody knows. Or do they? What if someone was manipulating you and everything you do from behind the scenes and we are all just actors in a play of someone else’s mind?

Could you escape such a place, knowing that to do so would pretty much violate any rules of logic and maybe even science? What kind of paradox would occur, would you see yourself as what you have been led to believe was you? Or would you realize that you are nothing more than a singular atom in the midst of a life-changing event that will occur to someone else?

Why do these questions come up from time to time? Am I the only one that ever thinks like this? Does ‘Joe Mechanic’ down at the garage ever wonder why he does what he does and where he came from and whether or not anyone or thing is actually controlling him? Does ‘Suzy Homemaker’ ever get a glimpse outside the cage that she has called home for all her years? Does she see shadows of objects that are impossible to explain, let alone see, but in the corner of her eye she sees “something”.

How is it┬ápossible that the mind plays such tricks on some people yet others it just lets them be? Are others just “extras” in our lives and they really have no life, like you would think they do? Does the maid from the hotel after she leaves for the day drive into a location where she will be used the next time you run into her? What about the restaurants, do they actually serve food there? Or is all a ruse of fourth dimensional thought that lets you think there is something good cooking in that kitchen? Maybe the reason you chose McDonald’s over Wendy’s, even though in your mind you like Wendy’s more, is because the crew forgot to show up for work that day or because you are ‘travelling’ through a ‘remote’ town, there really is no need for you to ever see the Wendy’s because your mind has already been made up by the child that is playing with their matchbox car, which happens to look exactly like the one you drive, and since he doesn’t like Wendy’s but loves him some Chicken McNuggets, well.

So, what does it all mean?

I don’t know, you tell me.

 

Back in the Saddle

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Well sort of.

I never really got off of the horse, I just didn’t share any rides along the way.

I’m shy like that.

Since last time I have spent six weeks in Duluth, Georgia, two weeks in Freeport, Illinois and another three weeks in Melbourne, Florida.

Pretty exciting life, isn’t it?

Airports.

Rental cars.

Hotel rooms.

Yay?

Don’t get me wrong, I love travelling, I really do. It’s just that when I get somewhere I really have no idea or desire it seems, to go out and explore the world around me. Kind of messed up if you ask me.

So I think I am going to change all that starting this weekend by going someplace nearby – granted, I’ve been there several times, just not in this capacity – and see what I can see. I may even have pictures to share.

Now won’t that be nice?

Of course, if I don’t do anything, well this will be even more boring than I imagine it could possibly be.

Ideas people! I go in search of ideas.

Now you all, yeah you over there, go out and get yourself some ice cream and enjoy your evening.