Deep In the Detail

Nobody really likes a short-form read a small screed about the mind-shattering infinitude of the universe or the endless grandeur of nature - I mean not really. We must move along, be willingly captured by a more comprehensible minutiae. The ordinary is the realm of the poet, let the mystics ponder that big stuff. For it is we who make our omelets just a little different every time. And do we list, label, depict, add, or subtract? You bet we do. Do we paint with a fine tipped brush - gush about the normal, the humdrum, the passed-over, the often overlooked and so typically common; all those very ordinary unmemorable yet essential ingredients of a small egg meal for one? Yes we do, and you like it.