The older I get the less I know.

The sillier I get. The less I know. I'm weaving and bopping thru this life like a half baked jazz musician at blue note. There is nothing to think about. There is only this note, this walk, this step. Babysteps. There is only this key this stroke this move. I watch the cats as they honour God and life by doing what comes to them naturally without thinking whether this or that is wrong or right. The birds fly and sing and that is all that they know how to do. All that they need to do. This is all that you need to do. Take the next step.

We think too much.

Suspend your thoughts for a moment.





This is about nothing.
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