I guess the ideas that shape our world, the

I guess the ideas that shape our world, the human one, are like a tapestry, interwoven, building on threads of what came before. Some threads break but the fabric grows

back thicker and quicker. It's like a domino effect, the whole world that we live in, that we brush our teeth in, that we take our garbage out in, daily things of that sort. I

tried to resist the instinct to eat pizza.

But soft! What smell through yonder kitchen breaks! It might be...it could be...it is! The last helping of French toast with organic maple syrup. My hands and nasal cavity paused.

My eyes closed. I could feel the warmth of the gooey sugary moist mouthfuls already. My breathing grew heavy. Fully aroused, I opened my eyes and NO! The French toast was pilfered!

Like a deflated souffle, I collapsed to the kitchen floor. Moments later I saw the sticky note on the fridge - a ransom note! "If you want to see your precious French toast again,

Where was the golden platter when it was most needed?

Not anywhere i could see that is for sure, but was it a metaphor? not one i understood but i don't see the dammed golden platter around here. In this pond maybe? no, fuck that.

And don't tell me that maybe there's another pond. Same lizard-brain "golden platter" trick all over again. No acceptance from me, although I try to be appreciative of some things.