Intuitive Meanderings

     When Mary comes along and when Briar Rabbit goes hopping down the Bunnie Trail I always wonder about the intuitive sides of individual prognostication.  Does it prolong the suffocation by being caustic with rhetoric or delineating obfuscation with sarcasm.
     We all breathe in the same air, except I suppose Beijing which has way too many dots over the J and the I's.  We can all close our eyes to the efforts to become the most polluted city when they give everyone the week off, including the major industries when the world comes to celebrate whatever it is about Humankind that we glorify.
     I seem to remember when more than one person is in the room there becomes coincidentally the start of the theater of the absurd.  There is no poverty in the sports world, yet plenty of ambivalence to the characters embedded in the explanations of it's caricatures.
     Where did I hear that violence begets violence.  Really?  Or can it also beget stupidity. Do we need to heed the queries coming from the mouth of Babes, not just the newborns but the gender?
      If in your wildest dreams you think stay at home mothers can't quantify a quality education and provide the same inquisitive nature of her children as the public school system, or you can't imagine that a woman and her doctor can come to an answer on their combined healthcare solutions to their understanding of the situations they find themselves in, or that a democratic institutional government based on putting a value on an individual's importance on the right to vote by making it more difficult for certain demographics to exercise that vote, than it is time you wait for Mary to swing by and take that hop down that Bunny Trail.
      We can create all the hullabaloo we want by spending all our energy in electing officials to our government who plan to make a career out of harsh rhetoric about their fellow employees, instead of volunteering to make their communities better off for a short period of time before going back to their regular or for that matter real lives, or blowing out of perspective or proportions any given crisis to create fear and anxiety to mask the irresponsibility for not solving the situation before it becomes an epidemic of a any particular consequence and yet we also have the same set of intuitive meanderings in our infinite geometric thought patterns to entertain ourselves with the wonders of moving on to bigger and better consequential smatterings.
      How many more times to I have to say like my good friend Paul from Montana and beyond, "think about it ", but not too long in order not to put you in a stupor, that we as Homo Sapiens are not at the top of the food chain, we share our consciousness with all of the things we conjure up through our own individual limited belief systems, that basically we all are more similar than we are different and all of history is happening at the same time, just being displayed in different ways, like our palates when we eat or an artist's interpretation of the same dynamic and the answer to that query is best put as when a parent asks a child how many more times do I have to tell you this before it completes the circle and the " Child "  answers at least " Once " more....
      I Bid all of you who have followed this inane bouncing ball a wonderful day, a fabulous evening and here's hoping that the rest of your life goes as smoothly as a newborn baby's bottom.