In the quick of it all

I forgot my wallet.. not only did I lose my card, but I forgot my passport. Not only that but it never occurred to me that nothing ever makes sense anymore.. nothing. Not at all.

Isn't that what's it's all about? Shake your leg and wiggle all about? You do the hokie pokie and you turn your self around? Isn't that what's it's all about?

If it never all started, then we wouldn't be where we are right now. Your global warming, your wars, your race fights, your ethnic struggles, your economical see saws, your gender debates.. all for the birds. Every last bit.

Somewhere along the line, life was created. That starting point that was as neutral as the name that wasn't assigned to it. The beginning of creation. Theee start of it all.

When it didn't matter who the hell you were, what the hell you are, when you think you exist, or if you believe you exist at all.. It was just staring into the emptiness of earth and breathing it's air alone. What is it, exactly? I don't know. In fact, I have no clue what I'm really talking about. Do you?