It’s not that we don’t go down.

You and I do.

Because that’s true, I want your thoughts.

Read on. You deserve a break before going back to work.

Sometimes we chase adventure into depths, expecting to jump out. Other times we skip from rock to rock until turning our ankles, and then drop into a dark chasm. Should it matter how we got there? When do we know if we were led there? And, are you wrong for wanting to stay awhile?

Isn’t that what life is, a series of rabbit holes? With a variety of classifications?

Some of us love to pop in, pop out, and spring off to the next one. Is that foolish? Or even dangerous? I’m not talking about the minor distractions of passing minutes. They exist, but not with the impact of careers or relationships, which are the subways that branch from the main lines of faith and fear.

And, what about religion and politics? Aren’t they also big ol’ holes we dig for ourselves? Are these burrows to climb out of? Or should we choose to stay, and raise our eyes high enough to steal a peek of what lies beyond? Isn’t there safety in a well-built bunker?

Wait. How do you know if it’s sturdy? Are you creating your own, or did you fall into someone else’s? Can they kick you out? Where would you go? How would it be different if you left on your own? Does regular porting mean you’re adventurous or looney?

Hmmm. Seems like this could go on and on.

I better check if Wal-Mart restocked the TP.