Life on Earth is like living in a “loony bin.” If you don’t know that term, it means nuthouse or insane asylum. Not only, that, but all who comment on it are inmates themselves. The bars that divide us from ourselves are imaginary.

Since we can’t get out, we are resigned to live from mechanical emotions and they are toxic.

We have gotten used to our mechanical emotions and have tried to stop up the leaks with sugar, drugs or useless repetitive emotions.

This is how we live our human lives. Pets are not burdened with human toxicity; instead they are healers for us.

I have been on the path for a long time and I have learned nothing from books that I didn’t already know myself. Books are a distraction from the imperfect Now.

I also use chocolate, since I don’t have a pet. I dislike phone conversations, so I can’t lose energy by talking to people through a device. I am writing this from a device, but I don’t have to talk to it.

Right now I am inspired to write this essay. Earlier I had way too many cookies with a cup of indifferent tea.

Politics is like eating junk food; no one remembers that it is always one-sided. We put our emotions into it and come out all the worse.

If this brief essay inspires you to sigh, it has hit the mark. Don’t ask what you can DO about it. Instead, just realize that words, like sighs, are of the moment. And the moment is just a blip in consciousness.

Be a blip; it is quite enough for an already bloated and unwieldy world.

Love would have us know that we are fools, but it loves us anyway. And “anyway” is a powerful word.

Vicki Woodyard