So, I’m out here floating in the ether… having a little existential crisis, but generally minding my own business, and I feel a hand. It’s me. It’s my hand, but it’s me dressed up like one of the infinite images of the divine. Or maybe it’s the divine dressed up as what I think I am.
“We’re all just out here floating around, ultimately untethered to anything but our own consciousnesses and spirit. The material plane isn’t real… but you’re doing a pretty good job in your human suit anyway. Kudos.”
The infinite divine image of myself dissolves into the void, then rematerializes like the Cheshire cat’s mouth and says,
“Don’t stay out here too long. All earthly pleasures and wonders are waiting for you to experience them.”
Then, poof! Here I am, back in my room with my dog. And everything is groovy.
stars in the salad 