Another Introspective Mugging

Morning Thoughts #59

Ambushed by some powerful feeling of thought demanding words, another introspective mugging occurs in a state of heightened sensitivity. And how could one not be frightened into giving it what it wants—expression?

Bah, but what exactly we have to give so much depends on the accident of time and place! As for me, I know how often I keep so few words on me. When inspiration appears suddenly, as if out of some darkened alley, sometimes maybe you'll have a figurative wad of cash, but more often probably just a few paltry coins. And doesn’t language itself seem like a small coin compared to even the most fleeting of those expansive feelings of wordless understanding that human consciousness is occasionally subject to? And on this point, I'd like to expand further.