Empty to the Wonder...

Folk #1: We've reached Friday over here. It is sort of a "fiction." Time; is it an illusion, fungible, relative, circular? We have made up these days of the week, and count them down, mark them off the calendar. Since we all do it, these days have their own reality. Earth rotating around the sun (365 days), sunrise/sunset. So, yes, anyway, a busy week, lots of trudging & slogging, happy it's Friday, looking forward to the weekend. Where is my head at this morning? That's my own personal question submitted to my own personal self. It's probably not your question. I am in the "I don't know and I don't have a clue," mode. My head is swirling with sentences like: "I know nothing." "What is it all about?" "What is going on?" "Who the fuck knows?" I suppose it's a way to clear my head. Empty it of any & all preconceived notions, expectations, predictions, judgements, lofty ideas, worries, concerns. Not exactly a blank page or a naked canvas, but maybe leaning towards that state. I wonder. I am filled with wonder. That's about it. Funny, it actually feels good.