Strange how an absurd thought can enter your mind at the most inappropriate moment. I was in a shop yesterday waiting to pay for some stuff I’d bought, when suddenly the thought of us all being clowns in a circus, appeared from nowhere.
I thought about the thought and wondered about the place it came from. Judging by the thought it was obviously a place that had a mind of its own with no real rational connection to what was going on – I mean, paying for groceries and clowns, what’s that all about? At the same time it was all so creative. The clowns were bright in colour all doing different things and seemed so unaware of one another.
Then, a sudden jar in the form of a voice, “Excuse me, she’s waiting for you at the till,” shook me out of the world of clowns and colour and embarrassingly put me back in the world of the shop.
On my way home I thought about the clowns, their colours and actions and wanted to re-visit them. I realized then, you don’t visit those thoughts, they visit you. And when they do, are they really as absurd and disconnected as we think? Somehow I don’t think so. I’m still pondering on those clowns. 🙂