Rant:Transformation

Transformation isn't an absolute good or an absolute anything. Being alive is a process of transformation we can't halt. One day I am a monkey gin, the next I'm a catastrophic nickety nack nack; one day or other I'm going to feel like June Cleaver, and that's going to be my worst nightmare though she had a pretty good face. What am I doing here? I don't know. It just happened. Diagnose me. I had a plan for my apartment, but I was a little vague on my life in a larger sense. Now I think I'm going to dance the elephant-leg dance all over the carpet, and I consider the lawn and the grass a carpet and that's a Worchestershire shimmery manse behind the stage there where I live up in a bird's nest, when I'm not dancing. Up in the nest I sing instead. You or me, either one of us would go out of our tree if we didn't do that. I'm snockered. It's January. That's meaningful. We're all running low on vitamin D. It matters. Vitamin D is spiritual. So, some of us are lucky enough to have safe, wonderful, warm places to curl up in our sleeping bags. We may have low expectations, but I'm glad I expected that, at least. It's a blessing, to be sure, and I love it, but where is the rest of my life?