CavernSense

Right now we’re waiting for Season Two to start… or maybe fail to start… or maybe both, or either, or neither. All I know is the fear-mongers are swooping down on the MOUL forums again/still and clamoring for attention to their attentions to what they think are unspoken fears that we, the unsuspecting fans, are just not attending to as we should.

Fear? Oh dear, was I supposed to be afraid? Sorry, I missed it again. The Fear Boat. Opposite of the Love Boat, I guess. There are so many things those people tell me to fear — I just can’t keep them all straight and neatly categorized so I know which one to fear now or an hour from now. I tried to fear one yesterday and now I can’t even remember which one it was. Chaos enters and messes it all up. Chases the ducks around, quacks everything up, and dismantles all of their rows. After a while I only know I am supposed to fear…..something….

Oh well. (sigh)

On the other hand, I have observed that while a person is feeling fear, they aren’t enjoying themselves. Can’t be enjoying much with a tense stomach and shoulders. And what will happen if we don’t fear? Hmmm, we’ll be surprised, maybe…. But then, I’ve noticed that the really bad things in my life were surprises regardless of what I did or didn’t worry about.

So I think I’ll pass on the fear, thanks. If something bad happens I agree to be surprised. It seems so much NonSense to me to expend energy worrying about the thing that I do to relax. Ummm, oxymoronic, even.

Yes, yes, you’ll tell me I’m foolish. That I just don’t know better, or don’t face reality. Maybe so. Maybe no. But I’d rather be a happy fool than an unhappy realist. If indeed I am so out of touch with reality.

“I’ve always wondered how people who know everything others should do are able, so neatly, to make such a mess out of their own affairs”

~Ghaelen

Well it is true. There’s just no sense in having CavernSense without including a little NonSense. I can’t imagine being serious all the time, even when I’m being serious all the time. Here is where my wry side gets to show, and anything is game in regard to the game. The game is MOUL and it is afoot.

Or wait, that was my Foot.  The Foot.  It happened, really.

“A Little NonSense now and then is relished by the wise human”
~Willy Wonka

One of my heroes.
Ghaelen