Grasping at Straws
At times the keeper of the straws dissolves each one as we grasp. We do not know why that can be. Other people are waving their straws around and telling us, come on, you can do it, just believe, see me waving my straws?
But no. Our own straws disappear before we can build our dream.
And we feel it must be all our own limitation thinking.
And we each experience it differently.
Who knows? The ones who cannot get enough straws in these days, may be the calm-mind leaders in the coming times when all the straws have been nuked. We may be the ones keeping the species from ritualised cannibalised extinction until starship command arrives.
We just don’t know. We just don’t know.
Meanwhile.. yes.. we keep grasping at straws.