Did you meditate long enough to feel the probabilities change? Or do you think of me as an alcoholic who can never say no to one more drink? Or maybe you think since I gained respect for the “one more drink” question, that I’m normally a light drinker and last night I had one too many – thus gaining respect. Or maybe my respect cam from observing how alcohol affected my friend, who was with me and texted me the next morning that he was still drunk.
What other possibilities did you think of? All of these possibilities exist as parallel universes that interact and interfere to cause you to feel different probabilities as you continue thinking about it.
I’ve now finished my shrimp and grits, the speciality at Brenda’s where the waitresses are all wearing Brenda’s-branded shirts with “Kiss My Grits” on the back. New Orleans Jazz is playing.
2015-0830Su afternoon @ Brenda’s
surfing the universe 