This is the state of mind you get into at times wher your feet are enshrouded by heavy mud. You are unable to make fleeting jumps or crackling leaps of faith or beauty.
Then sometimes you wake from such a sluggardly geeling and your soul cries with pleasure, you are vital and lightened from the burden of imaginary pressures.
Such is life, such is the meandering of the mind and such it is setting off to sea, like dear Odysseus many years ago, not knowing where you are going, not knowing why you are travelling, but forced onward by rabid urges…
.. that was an excerpt from the external nervous system of a man.