Commonality. Conformity. Common. Common sense.
What is sense and why is it so important? So f@#king important. I cannot even remember the last time that I made sense. Most of the time, this world (not to be confused with that parallel one over your shoulder), quite frankly doesnt make any sense at all. Imagination - no sense at all. Imagination is a free-ride. Imagination is a magical mind-meld of non-sense.
Do I make sense to you? No? No surprise there.
Do I make sense to myself? You must be joking (I tell myself).
"Across the stream of your store front cemetary.........staring at the sun," my eyes are bleeding, blotchy and broken. Am I blind? Time passes and time heals as my sight is revealed.
Science makes sense, but science requires nonsense.
There I stood screaming, ablaze with agonizing audio in the center of the breakroom. That didnt make sense. Enter sense, stage right.
"Hello sense, how are you?"
"Clear and succinct. How about you non-sense?"
"Weird - let me tell you. I am not making any sense at all today."
"Sucks to be you."
Then Sense left the breakroom and was immediately impaled by a forklift.
"No, it sucks to be you sense," said nonsense as he hi-fived the forklift driver and tossed him five cents; it takes a little bit of sense to get rid of it.
