Blogging Melodrama

I sit here schmoozing my muse, hoping to get it to tell me what wonderful thing I can write about that will titillate bloggers across the miles so there will result in a warn path to my postings. But here I sit. Not so much daydreaming, but none the less stumped. Ideas ebb and flow much like the tide; bubbling to the surface, crashing and spreading out only to dissipate and dissolve into the norm. Retreating into the gulf en-massed withing the cosmos where all creation begins.

Do my thoughts rattle around out there, bumping into others? Is that where Einstein went to pluck his morsels offered to the world at large? Did Michael Angelo, De Vinci, Von Braun, Hannibal, Caesar, or even Plimpton visit this self same cauldron of creation? All things considered; thoughts are things. Thoughts aren't always tangible, but they begin as nigglings and evolve until they have a form all their own, which if we nurture them and feed them, grow into creations with form and substance.

Can you imagine the infinite mind that created such a place? Wow! The depth of such a being boggles the mind. But that is a whole topic in itself that theologians have been studying for centuries and some scientists argue does not exist.

I guess I'll just settle for my blogs being an occasional daily testament to one life's journey trudging through the wonderland we call living, and being occasionally blessed with fleeting greatness, and glimpses into other facets of that infinite mind.