It feels… so different this morning. I feel so still. I feel so different from the rest of the world. My mind is filled with good thoughts this morning. I know that in a few hours I will again feel that I am floating down a lazy river safe with my illusion and self-deception, but in the deepest of my thoughts I know that the river upon which I sail is a raging and rocky rapids that carries me more swiftly than I can comprehend toward the whirlpool at its end. Ever wake up and have one these mornings?
