.... random rants and rambles. no agenda. yet.

... And on the Seventh Day, the kitchen table became out of bounds, while hundreds of dark pieces of Mona were scattered all over it. C stood patiently with all the pieces around her, trying to fit them into their rightful places. The hair over Mona's right ear had just been filled in, but she remained empty and bald on her left.

And dull brained after a late night, I am sitting next to the banished table, writing one of my stupid blogs about nothing much at all really. There's something very calming about this whole jigsaw thing.

At the same time, I've no idea how someone could ever have the patience to compare tiny pieces of puzzle that all look the same, and spot the tiny differences in them, fitting them all together... over the space of a few days! I am impressed.

For some reason, that reminds me of the person who slowly and carefully made the world's smallest bible. Imagine that! Why would anyone want to rewrite the whole entire bible in the first place, never mind on a tiny piece of crystal? Why?! That's dedication for you.

I have trouble finishing off a game of Mahjong, myself!

Hats off to the patient people of the world. I salute you and your calm.