Last night, when my car inexplicably would not start, I momentarily felt like a fool of the cosmos.
However, while I was waiting for the tow truck to arrive, I picked up this book …
… and read the following quote:
“When I think about all the bad stuff in my life, I feel I’m just a goddam fool of the cosmos! It’s humiliating! On a sidewalk crowded with people, I’m the one who’s stepped in the dog poop. No one else is as stupid or unlucky as I am. The problem is: how can I go forward, how can I trust the future if I feel I am this stupid unlucky guy?”
When I read that passage aloud to my boyfriend, Michael, I did not feel like a fool of the cosmos.
When the tow truck arrived and my car started up IMMEDIATELY for that guy, I did not feel like a fool of the cosmos.
When I drive my car in to my local Honda dealership and explain what happened, I refuse to feel like a fool of the universe.
I am not a fool of the cosmos for writing “fool of the universe,” above. I know I did that because “fool” sounds like “fluke” and I remember the National Lampoon’s “Deteriorata”
… which is a spoof of the 1970’s spoken-word hit “Desiderata.”
I am not a fool of the cosmos for taking these photos yesterday.
Thanks to all the children of the universe who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for being here and now in the cosmos, with me.