Can’t Dance, It’s too Wet to Plow

Imagine the struggle of putting together a string of coherent images when half the pieces are upside down and mixed together with six other puzzles. Then, like a bolt of lightning from a clear blue sky, disorder snaps into laser focus and clarity.

Without warning, any attention and flow runs away like a crazed dog chasing a squirrel through a mine field. Any coherent stream of thought is instantly gone as quickly as it arrived.

When harnessed, the positive side of the wiring offers exquisite creativity and visions of what could be. Random patterns align in a symphony of floating musical notes.

The deficit comes when neurons crisscross along mismatched raceways. Some hit off-ramps at full throttle only to encounter the slow children sign just before skipping over the top of an oversized speed bump.

Complexity is calming, confusion is temporary, and the dance floor is overgrown. So, move along to where you started.

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