One nice thing about a long, solitary early-morning commute is you get to think deep thoughts like, if life is a disco and god is a dj then is life a zen disco where you experience it in a series of strobe-like individual moments, or a tao disco where it flows through you and you realize you’re the flow as well?

And I’m thinking, the details will save you.
And I’m thinking, hello mojo and mojo says, hello mig and I say where were you and it says I was here all along you were just looking the wrong way and I say well I was cleaning house.
And I’m thinking, I’m a fucking genius, how could I forget. And mojo says, sure thing, pal. Or at least a conduit. And I say, quit while you’re ahead okay and leave it at genius.
And I’m thinking, there could be worse fates than getting stuck in an airliner restroom with Pink (on a good day) and discussing philosophy with her. Like, Pink, are you a comedianist or a prestidigationist? Is life a joke or is it a trick?
And I’m thinking, do we have just one good idea and that has to last us our whole life, one authentic core realization, or can we have many if we but pay attention?
Cause I’m thinking, I still agree with what I said years ago about efficiency, and have little to add to it. Which is too bad, because if I could stretch it from just a rant to book length, I could call it “The Efficiency Trap” and usher in a new era of something. A new era of me having a book published, such as. Pad it with statistics or something. Graphs.
And I’m thinking Gamma wanted cereal with little chocolate pillows in it for breakfast and was really upset that we were out, because she had personally bought two whole boxes of it with mom just like ten minutes ago and now we’re out how can that be? The tears one can shed over cereal. Instead I talked her into toast with Nutella and chocolate pillow cereal ASAP, I promise.
And I’m thinking, it’s raining this morning, and I needed the rain.