Lately there is this gentleman who has been accusing me of craziness, each time I do even simple things like catching a word in the air, while it was on its way from my mouth to someone's ear or seeing a dolphin cavorting unabashed in its playful joy inside my bucket, as I prepare to bathe.
Solitude and the accompanying inventiveness of imagination cannot be equated to craziness, can it? If while lazing around on a couch, I find myself perched on the top of a green tall hill, verdant acres all around, ready to take flight and idly glide in the chilly fresh air, it sure is an extremely exciting escape from the drudgery of the painted four walls and the hapless remote, but, I am sure it doesn't fall in the realm of crazy.
Mind travel and virtual realization of thoughts, I hope is the next big idea folks somewhere are working upon.
