To ponder, pensively...

Hmmm. Quite redundant if you ask me.

But seriously, have you ever caught yourself staring off?

As if in deep thought, but really there's nothing in your head?

Or have you wondered about the most trivial of things?

Searching for a philosophical retort?

Have you ever answered questions like...

What is the current phase of the moon?

Have you ever planted a tree?

How far is it to the nearest star?

Which way does the wind blow?

How deep is the nearest ocean?

Which way is up?

How far is it from time to time?

Couldn't really give you a straight answer, IF you ask me.

I might just shrug my shoulder. Or roll my eyes on you.

Or walk away? nah. too rude.

But to ask such things means you're pondering.

To ponder is to wonder at a deep level.

Searching for answers. Or simply unraveling new discoveries.

It's not the meaning OF life. It's the meaning IN life.

Instead of looking for answers, accept the answers being given you.

Am I making sense? I really don't know.

((Is this a side effect ofsort? Have I had too much Fulghum, it's seething through every fiber of my being? Haha, very funny.))

From my little black book...

Garbled a year or two ago, i think.

I wrote:

Hey, it's been a while...

I practically thought this line got cut.

'twas weird altogether,

things picking up speed

then a sudden halt.

Who ended what?

Uncertainties loomed

Paralyzed us even

Who's gonna flinch,

move by the inch?

Hey, look...

we're back at square one.

Start clean, as things began.