Sometimes

I think the world is filled with all sorts of spirits and gods. It certainly makes life much more interesting. I also like to believe these spirits and such manifest themselves in ordinary, mundane ways just to further mess with us.

For instance, I only ever write something when I've had a stiff cup of tea. Maybe there is some god or goddess of tea who rewards my allegorical sacrifice by becoming my muse.

Or maybe I'm just crazy and want to fill up the number of blog entries I have.



Yeah, apparently there's a sage devoted to tea. Maybe I'm not so crazy after all.