Flailing around in the dark, they found that nothing was ever light in the first place. That was rather disconcerting, so they decided to abandon this strange semblance of reality in favor of a more, well, favorable one. And possibly one that was more real as well.

Not in the way of real estate. That’s just silly.

And that was how they came across the castle in the sky (which wasn’t real estate, honest). Except that the sky was upside down and rained rainbows and bowed bowrains and blew up its face with mascara.

For some reason I always thought that was spelled “masquera.” Shows what I know, which is, apparently, too much for my own good, all things considered. Knowing too much means you think you know more than you actually do, and that can render you ignorant to the profound truths that assail you out of the dark corners of whatever act of nonsense you’re currently working on.

Let’s talk a moment about storks. I don’t know much about storks, but THEY do, whoever THEY might be. Maybe the storks? How much do storks really know about themselves? Do they know all, or do they know anything whatsoever? Maybe they know nothing about themselves and just going about storking because they’re storks and that’s what storks do. No need to think about it if you’re already doing what you’re supposed to, I suppose.

Some believe storks deliver children to families in need, but we all know that’s just codswallop. Everyone knows they deliver carnivorous flowers instead.

And, apparently, I knew how to spell codswallop. Shot in the dark, I suppose, which is more than the people who never had a shot ever had. In the end, we mortals may know more than those who are long dead.

Or maybe the dead know more, and we just think we do. All we know we only think we know, but really we’re just mindlessly going around doing without realizing what it is we’re really doing. We know not the substance of our being human any more than the stork does of its being a stork. The main difference is the stork doesn’t pretend to know.

Or maybe I just don’t know what I’m talking about here. That’s a possibility too. Maybe I’m just flailing around in the dark…

Thoughts? Ideas? Reprimands? Let me know in the comments! Also, share this with all your friends so they can have their minds wrapped around their fingers or something. I dunno. All proceeds go toward developing almanacs to educate the world on the difference between “mascara” and “masquera.” Really.