Can't Get Enough of That Sugar Crisp

     As many negative ions facilitated themselves into my dozing and addled brain, I must confess two anomalies co-existed at the same time. One was that age old question of how many psychologists does it take to change a LIGHT BULB?  The answer was two fold. One, and it must be willing to change, and two, the answer my friends, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind.
The second anomaly was the true evacuation instruction for a Tsunami, and that was RUN LIKE HELL!!!!!!
      As for Butterflies being free, if you are used to crawling around in your particular part of the Universe, and after moments in a Cocoon, you begin to fly, is there any reason not to suspect you are free to go?
      I am not an historian because I believe all time exists at the same time, so there is no point in writing anything down for posterity. You have to get used to living in the moment of any particular experience, and instead of trying to amuse yourself with reflection, just believe at the time it was or is true, and move along to another part of your individual existence.
      Though I am not of any consequence in the seeding of humanity with humility I must confess that being HUMAN can be quite euphoric and full of conundrums. Believe me as a Curmudgeon I am well aware of the idiosyncrasies of the passages of time being of the consciousness to be able to reflect, instead of the nuances involved with acting out of instinct. It loses perspective or proportion when it is injected into posthumous effects of the original experience. 
      While sitting in any foyer and examining politics, religion, global economies and why the co-existence of the species known as Homo Sapiens does not gel, but often Jiggles in it's own Universe, one surmises that it wasn't meant to gel, but exists because it wants to exist. Like climbing a mountain because it's there, not here. Or, like whispering, when yelling is meant to be. I therefor stipulate that like a pebble thrown into an otherwise calm and reflective body of water, I am an infinitesimally small quagmire of ripples. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.