Copper Butterflies, Lost Drinks, Phone Booths, and 410 Rabbits

410 days into this journey and I've gone so far that I don't recognize where I am, how I got here, or how to find my way out. I am draped in utter fascination and confusion. Everything seems punctuated with urgency, yet I'm not getting the meaning. I'm lost. I'm lost. I'm lost. I'm lOsT. I'm LosT. I'm LOSt. I'm lost. I'm LoSt. I'm lOSt. There. I admit it. Not turn on the Goddamn lights. Show me an invisible cat. Give me a key. Or a drink. Or a mushroom. Or a rabbit. Give. Me. SOMETHING. Something tangible. That I can touch. That I can understand. That I can feel. Something that makes sense. Time has become as elusive as water, so either stop it or throw me into a phone booth that will take me to a time that is symbiotic with my spirit. My faith is collapsing like a white dwarf and I don't know how much further I can go with what is building up inside of me. I feel that my asperity, if released, could kill every copper butterfly on the planet. (((breathing into the Universal telephone with a Gibson rage))) Dearest of Nebulas, thank-you for hearing my pleas. Thank-you for blessing me with your gifts and your strengths. Thanks to you, with the life lessons that I have learned; I feel as strong as a comet. Now please show me how to use this power before I get impatient (as humans are prone to do) and take matters into my human hands. We both know the destruction that human beings are capable of. I don't think it's possible for me to express to you any further (or clearer) how badly I need this. Now think of those butterflies.... Those pretty, delicate, copper butterflies. *Amen*