Sunday Morning XXIII

Getting lost is a matter of opinion. It's the perspective of the individual about a condition.

I suppose it's pompous prolixity to tell a fello he was lost when he knew exactly where he was all the time!

Still, it leads to heart palpitations if you think you've permanently misplaced a treasured friend and have no clue as to his whereabouts or, indeed, how he came to be misplaced in the first place.

What supreme confidence in the goodness of a benevolent world one must have to sit perfectly content in a non-lost state of mind waiting certainly, not to be found, but for a condition to change.
Chae