Random thoughts are natural for me.
I must harness and collect them as one would a sleek wild Arabian stallion.
Sometimes it is like straining creek mud through a sieve.
The ancient swimmer, Nautilus shows in his circular shell, the inner dimensions of reality, relativity and the creation of our glorious universe.
All things circular occupy my mind. Round and round…enormous and minute…never static…alive, working toward the center.
The straight lines are there-hiding in plain view.
Whatever I or you put in words, virtual or inked, is what remains. It is all we can do for eternity on most days.
Infinity streams through my thoughts.
It is not random.