Your Joking Right?

Andrea & I we like to go up on the hill for a hike. It's a nice break. You can see everything up there. Everything looks so small from up there,the little casinos, the tiny cars that have all these important errands to run,the little schools with the small bullies & microscopuc homework assignments. The fat jogger on the side of the road desperate to lose weight no bigger than the size of a potato bug, the tiny gamblers, drug addicts, alcoholics getting pulled along by their addictions, the little centipede behind on his house payment in the "nice" area who is contemplating suicide, and all the worries and pains and realities that trap people that look so amazingly small from up there. Sometimes I like to pretend what it must be like to a God and have one of these little microbes of which I am say, "How come there is so much pain in the world? Why do you allow wars?" Hey it's a good question even from a microbe. Good point. So I look around at these buildings that from up here look like fancy cardboard boxes with no real plan or forethought it seems at all and I think about how these tiny little guys give their whole short tiny existence to....this. And I say, "Your joking right?"