My Coma

So I was sitting here staring at my computer screen pretending to work when my brain kicked into full blast.

I started wondering if this is all just a wild and crazy dream I'm living. Like maybe I am in a coma somewhere and this is what my brain conjured up. Or maybe that's what life is...all of us laying in a bed someplace creating our own universes where we all coexist but not really.

It all came about me thinking of how fast life is going. I mean I swear it doesn't seem like I had a kid and it sure as hell doesn't feel like I grew up.

So if we are all in comas or deep, undisturbed sleep, why do we create the realities in which we decide to live in?

Just a thought.

The Details

Is it just me or do other people really pay attention to the details. Not the conversation type details but the details of the life that whirls by. Like how a butterflies wings don't match and one of them is usually ragged like it was in a scuffle. Or how a feather always floats the same way. Or how ants march in a perfectly straight line. Or how a crows feathers look like oil and a bird flapping in the air really doesn't go very straight.

I'm sure there is probably some scientific reasoning but does anyone else really notice. I guess I just wonder because everyday I seem to notice some detail or design or piece of nature that I haven't seen before. It mainly happens when I'm driving so its probably not the best time to drift.

I guess the realization came when I was laying out and a butterfly landed on my toe. He was little but one of his wings was very jagged and torn. It made me wonder what his short life entailed. He chilled there for quite sometime and I just watched and examined the tiny detail on his wings. Then the wind caught him and it was over.