Zen and the art of doing without doing.

Sometimes I have to look past all this.

Not that this stuff doesn't matter, or anything.  But that maybe there is a need to find uplift, just like a big old flying machine, find that and generate a kind of upward thrust.

I was saying something about teasing the readers, doing something kind of devilish, kind of a prank, and the readers, meaning you Gentle Reader, would want the Kane personality back.

The Grinch.

But one could look past all this, beyond the common hubbub and hullabaloo into something else.

One feeds one's fish, shaves, catches the morning news and gets the stuff of the day started, and if there is not so much vim, that can be okay, too, without impetus to hole-in-one off of every tee, but to just give it that one little twist, then walk to find the ball.

A good fish guy keeps a healthy tank.

You do that much, at least, see to it, at least while you walk the earth.  And sometimes you spot a jutting appendage, and there, when you weren't even expecting it: the proverbial MKL in the woodpile.

Looking past all this.  One foot in the world, and the other out, such that I don't get too put off, too beside myself about doings among persons about.  And am I less explaining my mindset than wishing that were so?

Mayhap, as I think long-term and puzzle a few things out.  Leg bone connected to the knee bone, and all that, "now hear the word of the Lord".  An entire matrix of different things, other lives, seemingly galaxies beyond, things celestial, so distant that the glow doesn't even reach here in my corner.  And if I put it all in the hopper and shook it up, what would come out?  What weird mutant?  Animal, vegetable, or mineral?  What hath MKL wrought?

A good fish guy, keeps his calm, works his shift, doesn't draw his weapon over any little thing, and he sees to his tank when he gets home.