The World and the Toy Box

Here it is in a nutshell. Why is it in a nutshell, well I’m not sure, I think it’s because why not. This is how I see things, as my imagination is expansive and very non linear. When I think of life, the universe, and us I imagine that we are someone’s lost toy. Shoved under the bed with the dust bunnies. A couple of thousand years ago we were yanked out of the toy box and poked around a bit, but then we rolled our way back to that exclusive hiding place. This greater being is just a big kid who likes run around and dance to odd music, challenge it’s parents, argue with all things logical and play pratical jokes on the people and animals that reside around it(if we’re made in it’s image, then this would make sense). I say it, because although I instantly think of a young boy, for maturity reasons, it could just as well be a girl. In all reality, if this even can exist as a reality, it matters not what the gender is, it is where we are, who we are, where we’re at and that is that.

I’m wondering, we may be due for a big poking!