Puddle Jumping 101

By now you see that nothing here makes sense.

But that's just how jumping into a puddle is, whether it's made of water or words. I look at a puddle and I wonder, "Should I really do it? I mean, I'll make a mess and get all wet, but wouldn't it be fun? To jump with abandon into something murky and undefined, the consequences uncertain." It's just a puddle-- just a little puddle sitting calmly on the sidewalk until someone like me decides to start a revolution. I don't know what'll happen, but I know some of the possibilities. I know that I want to jump right in and see. It's the only way to do things properly,as far as I'm concerned.

And so the Savage sits in his room in the Brave New World and reads Shakespeare, not sure of why people act the way they do or what's going to happen to him now that he's jumped but willing to find out all the same.

I make no sense. I try to explain things and I muddle them up, but that's ok. It's the first time in a while that I've enjoyed the sound of keys clicking and words appearing without any regard to being verbs and proper paragraph form. I just talk without thinking.