Best to move along

I’m still thinking about recent events that felt like tripping and falling into a mental ditch. I’m not going to describe any of the details since mentally falling down is probably common. Maybe more common since the pandemic and the various misery it has inflected. Certainly my “mental ditch” was not as deep as the mental abyss conflicting with some people. I stepped out of it and moved along.

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times, I can barely see
Lately, it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

And I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way
I'm taking my time
But I don't know where

If I’m lucky (smart?) I’ll notice the next ditch on my journey in time to avoid it.

Crystal balls and other things

Crystal balls and other things I don’t have.

There are many types of balls to bounce, throw, and roll. Even better than your mother’s meatballs or my aunt’s rum balls are those magical crystal ones that provide predictions. I still don’t have one.

If you don’t keep your eye on the ball, you won’t know who dropped the ball.

Hold that thought while I work on a breakthrough post.

Well this and most everything in life is a work in progress. The following public art is being installed at the Morton Arboretum.

 

I found the following description while browsing to increase my knowledge of the universe.

The Center for the Advancement of Topological Semimetals, or CATS, has a mission that is focused on the discovery and understanding of topological materials, especially magnetic topological semimetals, which possess entirely unique bulk and surface electronic properties not known in other materials. The CATS mission is a complex materials challenge.

I think the founder that CATS group must be a cat lover.

 

While on subject of robots. Oh wait, sorry my thoughts bounced randomly to robots. You'll either enjoy this clip or be scared by the sight of sophisticated robots.

 

 

I haven’t ever poured my coffee on my cereal but it was a close call this morning.

While reading over the lyrics to Once in a Lifetime by Talking Heads, I noticed a comment section about the song. The best comment was “Covid-19 brought me here”.

And you may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?"
And you may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?"
And you may ask yourself, "Am I right? Am I wrong?"
And you may say to yourself, "My God! What have I done?"

 

Well if you ask, What's this post about?" there's a comment section to use below.

Imagination runnin’

A few months ago I wrote, “...in dreamland floating up stream or in any direction is no problem. You can float anywhere your inner imagination wants to take you.”

Float, fly, any which way you get from A to B poses no problem while you are traveling inside your imagination.

 

 

 

But it was just my imagination once again runnin' way with me
Tell you it was just my imagination runnin' away with me

Do you agree that children's imaginations seem to run farther and more often than adults?

For me, the best part of playing with grandkids is watching their imaginations coming alive. Adults seem to suppress imagination. Probably because reality often becomes a big messy burden. My experience tells me that thinking of an idea is easier than implementing the idea. Maybe we get too concerned about the implementation and turn off our imagination.

Another idea to toss your way. What's your opinion of a connection between dreaming while sleeping and imagining?

 

Although I would not want you to forget leaving comment below, you might want to sleep on it.