Making Sense

I sometimes do things that make no sense. I mean, they make no sense to me, so I am sure they make no sense to others. I always believe that everything happens for a reason. As the hours and minutes of these past few days are processed, categorized, divided and stored, I know, am certain that powers beyond the control of any mortal are working. Currently, I am hovering an inch above the ground, a mile below the sky... waiting. I have always been decisive. Now I wait. For just a little while, I will only breathe. Minimal movement, for the next move I make may change the world. First, I will sit, wait, and determine the square root of my destiny.

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