In the essence of pure love, existence is astounding.

It’s how we should always try to view others and the world around us despite a sexual attraction or lack there of. Why negate that joy with ignorance? Not ignorant of, ignorant to… because?

I have horrors swirling all around me, calm now; but the outcome unknown and time impending. You know, like when only God can fix it?

We have to function, so I plod normally along working and such and feel heavy most of the time.

God gave me humor as diverse as the workforce at Harvard. He included a humor in me to be a coping mechanism. I found it early and it runs in the family.

Creativity comes, too, in various forms. Political philosophy to bringing Gator out with pockets full of Trump Gold Cards to do some serious walking around. I always aim for the bushes.

Today, I had a moment of pure love.

Home from work in this frozen tundra they call livable, I flopped on the couch to vegetate. Coffee, YouTube, and Facebook. I won’t mention the cigs cause you’ll possibly judge me. Aaannyway. Back to the mood shifter.

Within a few minutes I struck gold.

Ben Stolen, on Facebook, is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. I never fail to find a few posts quickly that make me laugh like I’m watching a sitcom. Now and then, (often), the humor hits my funny bone so perfectly it feels like they were made with me in mind lol. I think today my funny bone fell in love with that humor.

I have no knowledge of nor desire to have any knowledge about who/what created the humor. That is their business and irrelevant. The joy is in the craft.

Who cares if the chef looks as starved as Ariana Grande?

Who cares if Hillary Clinton is giving weight maintenance advice?

Who cares if a creator has one or 3 legs?

Who cares what isn’t in our immediate, direct existence?