Good Luck Acting As An All Knowing Tentacle On The Great Big Octopus Of Life

“You really don’t have any friggin idea?!” is a query folks submit to each other and themselves nearly every day

And as it turns out, they truly don’t have an accurate concept of reality because there is a ginormous overarching consideration setting the pace for almost everything in our lives.

In an ironic twist of fate it appears as if the bread and cookie crumbs we followed to get this far have been laid out on purpose in such a manner that it is nearly impossible to determine

Who will benefit more in the end from us following this trail, the bread crumb putter-outers

Or the folks chewing up the path because they’re soiled in situ. This quandary is the

Never ending quest each trail blazer should address for until we understand

Who besides us chooses our direction and whether they are working in

The best interest of all path pounders or themselves only we may

Be working a plan for everyone to wind up in the same spot

With no one to hold accountable but ourselves. If the

Location of our travel turns out to be fruitful

And friendly we might easily be lulled

Into imagining we chose this path

Ourselves but should we come

To realize that this place is

Unsupportive of even the

Smallest personal freedom

We must consider the possibility that

We may have taken a wrong turn somewhere.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.