For me to try to make heads or tails of what's happening in my life lately would be an effort in futility. My reactions to events occurring around me seem other-worldly and sometimes I cannot express how I feel, so I just attribute it all to 'it was meant to be' and escape all the unnecessary plumbing of the depths of reasoning.
Have recently felt detached to life itself, even though a lot of it is going on around me, occasionally reaching out to include me in its grasp. There are no lessons to be learned, I believe, and that is a departure for me, for I have always felt that what happens to me has a message that I must look at and worry with, like a dog with a new bone.
The recent theft of my car from my driveway - it was locked and in sight when I got in bed the night before, gone the next morning - has taught me this: I will have my own car until I am unable to drive one - not settle for a one-car-in-the-house existence - and the garage will be for keeping cars locked up safely at night, not space for stored crap .....
So, I guess there is a lesson here, and I have plumbed the depths of reason, if only in a rather shallow manner......
