There is a nonsense that lives between our world of make belief.
it sleeps not in some slimy cocoon,waiting for the day when the earth flipflops,and there is nothing funny about it.Other than the fact that it makes some people believe that the earth is an ancient spaceship that awaits long forgotten access commands to activate flight into hyperspace.
Nonsense is the bad boy in class,who interrupts the teachers teaching,and the learners learnings.
Its a poison to an orderly mind,and once it has intoxicated its victim,it can do devastating damage that will heal o`so slow,and the risk of further damage is always present.
It comes to anyone who`s business in life is a serious task,and who`s character carries all the signatures of disciplined order.
How it disrupts the seriousminded person,and how it overturns all his endeavours to appear sane and just,is a whole incapacitating chapter of itself,that we shall return to in due time.
The stories are many.And they are coming in daily through mail.Strong reading much of it.
The kind that pulls your hair backwards,and rips some of it off,and makes you forget to eat and sleep.Shared from people, overtaken by pure nonsense from all directions at once,making no room for escape,leaving their fragile psyches in the hands of *imitating clowns* who`s sense of entertainment is such that it involves sanity,and challenges it on every level,until,eventually a break occurs.A crack in the wall between sanity and insanity,letting odd odors flow through and through.
I have taken great care to insulate and isolate my self from all this nonsense,by the use of ancient magic rituals,and have managed to remain conscious of my self importance and seriousness in business.
But i admit,working with people who`s lost to weirdness and whatnots,have often threatened my sanity.More than once have i felt the cold hand of death playing its icy fingers up and down my spine.
Many a professional psychiatrist have had to throw the towel in,when they succumbed to their patients creative story tellings.
I have discovered,through experience on the threshold to complete madness,a way to remain unaffected by sudden unexpected nonsense attacking,from seemingly sane corners of the world.
But it has not made life any better.Food always makes me feel better.So today,i eat a lot of food.
I eat rich foods,fat foods,salty,sugary,fat foods.I eat fruits and then i eat more.I love fruits and berries. Frosty strawberries makes me forget about nonsense,at least while they are frosty and chilling down my brain.
Also worth mentioning is the presence of antidepressive flavinoids in fruits and berries.
There is a window into more heavenly realms,and it may be opened through the tasting of fruits.
Mangos are made in heaven,Strawberry fields are everywhere in heaven,Cherry trees too.And Bananas,all you can eat,and O` so sweet. The kind that makes you instantly forget how you came there,and should you ask anyone,instantly they will have forgotten it too.
