Every morning, on my front porch while I watch the sun come into our valley here and have a cup of coffee, I think about things.
I think about things like, “I wonder if things think about me while I’m thinking about things? And if so, what do they think of me?”
I know it’s none of my business, but I think about it anyway.
My wife and I refer to thinking too much as “hanging out in a bad neighborhood.” It’s good to be vigilant. Each of us has been self-waylaid more than once there.
More to come. This is a new page and I’m still thinking about it… Chewing on it. A human ruminant… Moo.