"You picked me up, loveand weightless we flew.As if the pull of logic was powerless before you..."Logic is the gravity of the mind and I mean gravity in all its Newtonian glory. Understand I daydream a lot. To be honest, I daydream almost all the time. I imagine myself as a ninja, with amazing agility and endurance, running around avenging wrongs (or maybe perpetrating them...). I imagine myself as a superhero, in Hancock style, the only one of my kind with all the inherent loneliness of never having known someone the same as me. I imagine myself as an alien, unknowingly unable to relate to those around me, not because of any fault of my own, but merely because my thought processes cannot synchronize completely with the human race (which is probably true regardless of any extra-terrestrial interference). I imagine myself rich and powerful, able to buy anything I want, when I want, yet humble and happy, generous and content. I imagine myself ridiculously good-looking (or I look in a mirror
), girls swooning at my every smile, as I swoon when I watch Definitely, Maybe and Isla Fisher offers tea. I imagine myself as a singer, an actor, a CEO, a bookstore owner, a crime-fighter, and super villain. I imagine myself as characters in the books I read or the movies I watch, creating new and more exciting (or perhaps, more complete) endings and beginnings. However, as I begin soaring through the depths (or heights) of my imagination, Logic or Reason, pulls me up toward rationality, and drags me down toward life, and I realize, I'm a normal dude, a working stiff, a statistic...with no super-powers, no mutations, no alien incompatibilities (well, we'll see about this at least), no fame, and definitely no millions (I am still ridiculously good-looking). However, in all of this, overall, I am content, knowing that I have some purpose in my life, some direction, and God has given me much more than I have ever deserved. Perhaps its time I reciprocate that love.
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