Chaos

Today, my sister called to tell me that she felt sick. Sometimes, she does this because she is lonely and knows that I will listen to some of what she has to say.

"I feel sick," she said.
"What can I do?"
"I don't know," she said.
"I hope you feel butter."
"You mean it?"
"Sure," I said.
"Thanks."
"Bye."
"Bye."

Besides the phone call, today was a pretty "normal" day. Work. Warden. Dinner. Sometimes, I like order. But as far as the "Laws of the Universe" are concerned, I think chaos reigns.

We are all in a state of entropy. Those who are most orderly, I find, unravel the quickest.

Homes said he knew a man that went blind, suddenly, because his retinas detached and he was born into a world of darkness. Each year, he sold all his furniture and refurnished his house with new dressers and end tables. He especially liked end tables. He asked family members to rearrange his whole house because he wanted to be thrown into "chaos." He wanted to relearn how to maneuver through each room. He wanted each step to count.

I want each step I take to count.

I don't want things to make too much sense.

Being deliberate is failing to be yourself.

A wise person once told me: "The past. The future. The past and the future. And the past. The future."

I don't follow, but it seems to make sense in this post. I think.