There are things to discover all around us at all times. Discovery just has to find us looking.
It’s a variation on a theme I had someone read to me out of a self help tome. Written by someone about how to succeed, which had alluded them until they had written said tome and sold it to the hoi polloi for a buck three eighty a pop.
Perhaps it was in that book about the importance of a getting a good nights sleep that my helpful self help reader stayed up all night reading. Or perhaps it was in one of the many multitude of treatises about the laws of attraction. Although I surmise the laws of refraction may be more apropos and accurate.
So as we prepare to move forward into misty realm of magical thinking, I hope all will discover peace, harmony, and comfort over this Christmas season within themselves others.
Folly is such a fun word. I mean who doesn’t enjoy a spirited game of Folly Ball. Looking forward to having a Folly Folly Christmas this year with Folly Ole St Nick.
St. Nick uses reindeer power as opposed to Fulton’s Folly which ushered in the age of our Fossil Fuel Folly of believing there is an infinite supply of things to burn on our decidedly and well mapped finite planet. What’s done is done but we are only follying ourselves thinking otherwise.
Of course McCain’s Folly (a.k.a. matriarch of the one time first family of Seward’s Folly) does not believe in such things, nor other things from her progeny’s prodigious folly of taking “Cheaper By The Dozen” as a guide to Folly Planning.
So in life one mans folly is another mans floor, and where there is folly there is money to be made. It is no folly to think that someone is making folding folly somewhere off of our Founding Fathers Folly’s and Foibles. The ofttimes suspected , never directly addressed Electoral Folly.
In closing allow me to digress to youthful budding folly becoming full bloom folly. As a young man at the office Folliday Party I learned of a particular moral weakness I have. Blow in my ear and I’ll folly you anywhere. She did, I did, and Holiday Folliness Abounded. Apparently I am not alone in my countrymen and women in my susceptibility to melting into a puddle of folly after getting my ear blown.
So as we Deck the halls with boughs of Folly lets all sing together….
The alternative living situation of Andy and Aunt Bea.
All was well in the world. A fare for all and no fair for anyone.
You knew it wasn’t real because at best it came to you on a twelve inch black and white screen. But you let it into your brain by looking at it. You were plugged in. You were in training for reality as brought to you by…
You already had been infected by the pink eye of reading and the earwig of radio. But now you were awash in other peoples alleged “realities” from across the country.
So where and when were these Mythicalvilles?
These realities were presented to sell you things safely quarantined on your twelve inch cathode ray tube. But you were young and much better at believing than seeing.
Vast amounts of earthbound gasses have percolated through me. Geysers of matter in liquid form and it’s various components have been through the process as well. Every move I make has my many atoms percolating through other atoms on the of surface this rock we call home. While many particles bounce right off, because I am relatively dense, I have retained some of the atoms I have percolated and transformed them through my amazing secret percolation process.
I have heard tell there are subatomic bits so small that they pass through the space between my various and sundry atomic quarks and quirks so apparently I am not as dense as I appear.
I am glad this rock we inhabit is as dense or more than me so I can stay above ground for the time being. I also appreciate the people who are as dense or denser than me on this chunk of cosmic debris we call earth or I would indeed be a lonely little percolator short and stout. Except when we run into each other. I do not want to break my handle or my spout.
So watch it!
So here I sit percolating away leaving you with this thought.