Dumb Human
Sometimes I hate being a dumb human. Really.
I can imagine a whole other dimension of those that have gone before us watching our progress. You know they've got to be shaking their heads.
Here's one for the universe:
There are people who claim that thoughts will become things.
I have some weird-ass thoughts occasionally.
How then can the universe differentiate what is a thought that could be manifested, say like that great new life where I am rich and famous, from that thought that the something who lives under my bed is ready to grab my feet if they aren't under the covers?
Huh?