Ah, things on my mind, things on my mind, things on my mind. Grrr. Preoccupied. Obsessing. Twisting my thoughts into knots about this pesky issue. I won’t go into specifics but let me put it to you this way: I am either making a big deal out of something minor OR not making a big enough deal out of something major. Wait . . . huh? Whaaa?? 😯 Does that make sense to anyone? Oddly it does to me, and I’m leaning toward the former, but that may be because I’m an optimist 😉 Nonetheless, the whole situation is thoroughly craptastic.
My brain function is definitely on overdrive. A frivolous kind of overdrive. Why else would I choose such a pretentious word for this post title. I mean, does anyone ever actually use the word “cogitation”? Of course not. Only me, when I’m in a droll, rascally mood.
This painting illustrates things pretty well. From the 19th century Scottish artist William Dyce, this is Omnia Vanitas, which translates into something like “Everything is vanity”. Yep, that sounds about right. Vanity indeed :sigh: Luckily, I’m going about my contemplation without the skull. EEWWWW!