The way my mind works sometimes.
At first Buster Keaton came to mind. Not the two ton front of a house that fell over him, with him standing where the window would have been.
Him running between two cars in another flick, “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad World.”
Then when I started replaying that favorite over and over in my noggin, it all made sense.
They reminded me of certain distinguished aspects of my life.
How I created the circumstances for things to happen the way they did. My reaction. And the failed Plan B, C, D, ad infinitum I unleashed to make things all better.
And, then, the consequences of my mad actions.
In retrospect, I have learned that things can be somewaht maddening in the world we live in. However, if you can avoid being stuck in the past while not getting ahead of your self, things seem to work out.
Presence is a present unto itself.
It’s right in front of you.
...my temporary assignment. 