My Thoughts
I never know quite where my thoughts might take me. All in all, I believe that to be a good thing; at least it seems to keep things interesting, though thoughts seldom overstay their welcome. As I was thinking of one thing, another thought quite rudely shoved it aside which is something not so uncommon these days given these unsettling circumstances. The rude thought was nothing new, rather old for the modern mind: “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.” Those who refuse to bother history will have no idea as to when or where or what or who was first to pen the line. Which is terribly sad when you stop to think about it.