I Like to Write Stuff

Due to a late night i would have had to forego the simple yet dazzling supramundane pleasures of relaxing with mental fortifying coffee, assuming the armchair posture of the one who scratches his chinny chin chin. So then the reasoning faculty piles one ontop of another of raisins dahh terre, the principal one being that 8 out of 10 things found in those food places are absolutely unpalatable. And then i sense a possible Mystery Initiation for the taste buds. To go through that seemingly ominous portal would give way to this enchanted little piece of paradise where the taste of things counts as zero, and the sparrows fly slowly around as if filled with schnapps and i with the serene sagacity of a Zen monk grab the little sparrow and nibble off it's head while strolling along in this paradise.

Some may think it's silly, and indeed it is.

Silliness ought to be investigated in an appropriately silly way. But how can one feel the right to do so without being completely silly.

Silliness lived out is a layered phenomenon with other ingredients, which is mundane, and the mundane can be seen as another ingredient, and silliness makes it super.