Somebody's Little Afternoon Nappy

On warm afternoons after lunch, I would sometimes drift off to that world in between sleep and wake and wonder ...

What if this physical world as we know it really was just a little side job that God worked on when s/he was doing the exact same thing I'm doing right now -- on a warm afternoon after a filling meal, something to pass time before drifting off to sleep. I mean, that would totally explain why this world isn't perfect, right? Because it really wasn't meant to be perfect!

When that higher being rolled over after a nice little nap and delighted in this little world of a creation inspired by nothing but boredom, maybe s/he thought it was, well, cute, and decided to keep it -- like a snow globe.

If that were true, what, then, would we think about the grudges we hold today? Or the job we didn't get? What about the neighbors you hate? And what of the wars we engage in? Political fuck-ups? Religious zeal?

Ah, they're just tiny imperfections that occured during somebody's an afternoon nap.