Please Help: Am I Going Bonkers or Have I Reached Nirvana?
Ever since I wrote that clever little piece about chocolate cake the other day:
I can’t get it off my mind.
First, I read it over and over again, the way writers do when they’re really happy with something they’ve written. (Other writers do that, too, right?)
Then I showed it to my wife, who said, “That’s nice, Bob, but I was the one who came up with the idea of selectively tapping into infinite amazement.”
“Artistic license”, I replied.
Now it’s just on my mind all the time. I keep thinking, wow, each breath really is infinitely better than a bite of chocolate cake. And it makes me smile. And I keep thinking, just breathing really is like eating chocolate cake all day. And it never stops. And it makes me really, really happy because I really, really like chocolate cake, and every breath really is infinitely better than chocolate cake…
Please help. Have I reached Nirvana, or have I gone completely bonkers?