When thought is an insult to life
I was driving along when in the midst of thinking of the day this struck me: It is an insult to life to kvetch.
If I bitch about being tired or beset by idiots or anything, it is an insult to life — that very moment I’m living — to use this formidable brain of mine to assault the moment.
To rampage grumpily in my thoughts — when discontent could be released so the moment can attain its full pulsing splendor — what a cosmic misuse of this precious human organ.
More, with exclamation points
