Today I thought of my evangelism. Musing makes me cold. The small ahems, ums. And I won't perform. You know? I just won't. It doesn't take me anywhere. And I'm so impatient to punch a hole through this bowl roof. The marvelous is my only alternative.

"Do I like the people?"

Today I saw grounding spirits down by the river. A whole crowd of them. They filled the horizontal field. They were playing. No flying, no groveling. They had lots of arms and legs. I was charmed. I realized the most fundamental quality of my religion is mischievousness.

"Do I feel like I can make a difference?"

Today I continued on the intellectual train of thought. The intellectual suffers from low whimsy. I can find ecstasy, transcendence, even style in those characters. But the constant striving would kill me. It's poor directionality for a horizontal person.

"Everyone has to decide for him or herself."

Today I thought about the other plane. Plan. Oh man. How can I possibly decide anything when all those decisions are irrelevant? I just look out the window at the sun shining on the yellow leaves and -- for right now, it's not so bad. There's sun out there. And trees. And in here -- a root bound schefflera to worry about and a lot for the fingers to do.

Sometimes the sound waves are so long and so slow you can't hear them as they pass right through you.