Chicken Soup For a Recovering Mind

After a brief illness, some dry toast and the turgid sloshing of rehashed thoughts. Slowly the former becomes the new now. I bathe in new invigorating light. This is how we recreate our world; with carefully paced electro-chemical reactions, brittle notions are chewed soft like moccasins until they fit new feet and legs. This is how we create a life no sudden catharsis or evolution, just one thought hammered to another until a scaffold is erected, something that resembles the bones of a recently absented God.