It should be pretty evident by now that I’m easily lost within the depths of greater thinking. I must then turn back to seek my own purpose in life, and maybe that is just court jester, the entertainment needed by the king and court as much as by the peasant found in the village idiot.
Forgive my occasional forays into oceans then, and I will promise to try to find contentment in the streams.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology