It Doesn’t Matter

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. “Which road do I take?” she asked. “Where do you want to go?” was his response. “I don’t know,” Alice answered. “Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”

– Lewis Carroll

And thus, we thrust ourselves into another day.  The January air is cool and thin, but our creations are large and lusty.  We write because our bodies need to; our breath is conditioned upon one word following another.  We design and draw and write until we are spent and our minds are emptied.

A swelling of more ideas then occurs and we must write (or design or draw) again.  And then again.  And yet again.

Which road to take?  Truly, it doesn’t matter as long as we point our bodies in a direction and walk forward … until we change our minds.

Rock on, Alice.  Paint the music.  Draw the words.  Design the poems.  If you don’t like the color of the roses, then splash on a different color.  Take a different trail; pose a hat upon your head and have another cup of tea.

Yes, truly — Have another cup of tea.


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