Sometimes I wonder where a train of thought comes from. Some simple thing happens or some innocent observation occurs and a few seconds later it turns into an internal conversation on world hunger or some internal pondering of how gravity actually works. I am not sure if everyone experiences the same thing, so I don't often share these internal trains of thought. Does the same thing happen to you?
In any case, I had one of these occurrences last night. I was eating pasta, a little piece went down the wrong way. My first thought: why do you suppose God put two very different openings so close together? My second thought: I haven't felt the little piece cough up yet. I wonder if its gotten down into my lung. If it gets down into my lung, what happens? Does it disintegrate? Do my lungs continue to force coughing for days until it finally comes out? Do you suppose everyone has lungs littered with little pieces of food? What if it does get down in there and start rotting, does that cause bad breath? Is it possible that simple recurring halitosis is really just rotting food down in our lungs? Are we really fighting bad breath correctly? Instead of mouth wash should we be using lung cleaner? Is there such a thing as lung cleaner? Should I invent lung cleaner? How much money could a person make off lung cleaner? What would I do with the money if it was a lot? I really like houses on water...especially near golf courses?
"Huh, whats that?" "Oh, no I'm OK Honey, I just got a little piece of pasta down the wrong pipe."
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D, not only do I have incredibly lengthy trains of thought, I can have 'em run through my brain in the 1.82 seconds it takes for me to swing my 6-iron! No wonder my game hasn't improved in 20 years!!
I listened to your sermon online last night...sorry it took me so long. Well done, my friend!
Donnie,
I have noticed that as I get older, I also have trains of thought and something else...I guess I'd call them 'trains of action'. Here's an example. I grab my keys and wallet b/c I want to go to the store. Wait, where's my cell phone? Oh, I remember where I put it. It's on my nightstand. I set my wallet and keys back on the counter and head upstairs. When I get to the top of the stairs, I remember that we need a new roll of TP in the bathroom. So I stop and grab one out of the closet. I walk to the bathroom and put it in the cabinet, within reach if seated. When I open the cabinet, I see a bar of soap, which I didn't know was there and we just happen to need in the shower. I put it in the shower. When I do, I notice that my razor is really dull and needs to be replaced (I shave in the shower). So I grab my razor, replace the blade and put it back. I start to walk out of the bathroom, then realize that I have to 'go' (#1), something else that I have to do alot more often as I near my 40th birthday. So I 'go'. I wash my hands but realize there's no towel to dry them with. My sweet wife has done the laundry and it's in either the washing machine downstairs. I go get another one from the hallway closet and hang it on the towel holder in the bathroom.
Man, I've accomlished a lot. I replenished the TP supply, put soap in the shower, replaced the blade on my razor, relieved myself and put a hand towel in the bathroom. How much more productive can a man be?!? So I head downstairs feeling pretty good about myself. I get to the kitchen and wonder, 'What was I doing before I went upstairs?' Oh, yeah. I was going to the store. I grab my keys and wallet. Wait, where is my cell phone? Oh, yeah, it's on my nightstand!
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