Our eyes show us one thing, our mind computes it, and for the most part agrees with what our eyes see. That is unless you are around Area 51. Then only the eyes of government count. There sure is a lot of swamp gas in the desert. I may be going a little astray in my thinking today. As I always say, “Why be normal?”
This past weekend, awake at my normal 4 AM, I went to my office in the garage (which is what the Man Cave really is, for tax purposes) to write. In the background, I have the TV tuned to an old western movie featuring Gene Autry, the singing cowboy. I have no idea what the movie is about but glancing at the TV, I notice Gene’s makeup because he was wearing a lot of it – pancake, eyeliner and lipstick. He’s down by a creek talking with the heroine, a ranch-owner’s daughter. He picks up a small stone and throws it into the creek. I set down my pen as my mind kicks into question and compute mode. I had a pet rock when I was a kid. What might the rock Gene tossed have been thinking as it flew through the air toward the water? I thought maybe it was saying, HEY, I spent thousands of years getting outta that creek. I was just lying there, minding my own business and you – you idiot – come along and throw me back in the water.
Then I thought of all the flat rocks I threw into Colorado ponds and lakes to see how far they would skip. Maybe I should light a candle and leave a note saying I’m sorry for throwing those rocks. And then I thought, Get over it. Maybe those rocks wanted to get wet or see the world from a different point of view. What if it was simply about rock destiny?
What’s my point? It’s something I always tell my wife: Don’t over think. Letting your mind wander is ok, especially when it’s for good purpose; but remember, you can always reel it back into the present.
Now, back to Gene’s makeup…