Sometimes I have a difficult time reigning in all of my ideas. They expand outward in some sort of haphazard net, and pretty soon I’ve completely lost track of the ends. I don’t know where they’ve gone and I can’t figure out how to bring them back together.
But maybe, that’s just the way of things. Instead of bringing them back in, perhaps I should follow one of the lines out to its end. Who knows where the journey will lead?
Perhaps, to a beach, waves crashing violently, pummeling stone into the finest, infinitesimally small particles of sand.