...and says, "Make me one...with everything".
We don't have to have it figured out. That's not the point. Essentially, we are all trying. We're all arthritic and lovely. We all have these perpetually over-worked processing units. We're all pulling around our treasure bags full of memories and desires. We have our rituals and expectations and assumptions and pet-peeves and favorites. Tomorrow we'll be a little short and a little late. The next day we'll hang on too long and give up too soon. We all have ten thousand different passwords, tons of keys that all look the same and half are probably useless, we all stand up too fast and can't see for a second, stub our toes and get super ticked about it, whack our hands on things when they are so cold and brittle, can't stand inconsiderate drivers and have to look at them when they pass, all think of something else we need today... and I'm pretty sure we all want dessert.
I'm always wondering how we do it. Me? I have dessert. Sometimes it helps a little (and it's always delicious). Some time-travel theories say that for a person to be able to handle time-traveling, she needs to have a constant. Something in all the times traveled to. Something we are deeply connected to... so you know, our brains don't turn into actual yogurt. I don't really want to time-travel, but I feel like my CPU is just about to become Yoplait pretty often. Maybe it's all a matter of making our Constant more constant.
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