Framed in the window, just above the horizon, is a 1/2 moon.
You ever wonder what it's doing?
Like waxing or waning?
And which is which?
Is the light leaking out of it or is it being restocked?
Blankly and half-awake, I stare at it.
Huh.
A thought slowly crawls into my mind and settles in like a cat in the lap.
It doesn't really matter if it's half-full or half-empty.
The problem is it's - half.
Half can be a problem.
Think of the concept of not being full.
Like fully committed.
Oh, man.
What if I tried skydiving but hedged my bet by bungee-cording myself to the plane door?
That'id suck.
I'd hate skydiving.
And I'd hate all those other people who talk about it with that dancing light in their eyes.
Idiots.
And yet, I would love to feel that way about skydiving.
Huh.
From what I read in the Book, He doesn't like halves either.
You'll find Me when you search for Me with all your heart.
Whatever your hands find to do, do it with all your might.
It even says that half-cold and half-hot makes Him vomit.
Throw up.
Call Uncle Ralph on the big white telephone.
Yeah.
He's not fond of 1/2 way.
A half-moon reminds me that it's tough to walk on water with one foot in the boat.
Sailors stay in the boat.
Swimmers and water walkers get outta the boat.
And idiots like me try to split the difference.
Huh.
Maybe that's why folks are called LUNA-tics.
Crazy people who keep doing the same thing while expecting a different outcome.
A different experience.
But still only going half way.
Well.
I'm going all the way to the kitchen and start the Elixir of Knowledge brewing.
And then I will drink a full cup.
Not a half of one.
Hey - it's a start.