the folks' eye

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

10 November 2016 - We sit upon a watery blue marble in the currents of a vast galaxy.  Our life span, whether tyrant or humanitarian (and even if granted nine cycles), is not even a blip on the universe's timeline.  Yet we cling to the notion that we are special and unique… of vital importance to the unraveling events.  Imagine, if you can, a bank of cumulus clouds taking shape, forming in the heavens an unmistakable Cheshire grin.  But even if we are as insignificant as a grain of sand, we are still part of the shore upon which the ocean washes… and I, for one, am quite content to be caressed.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

   

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

If you've become too big

for your britches,

it is time for smaller portions.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrimary, of the notion that you are #1, despite contrary evidence