I worry sometimes that insanity is hereditary.Chewing the cheese slowly, I ruminate. I ruminate and reflect and masticate the cheese, the picture of the cheese, the image of the cow, masticating and ruminating its cud. Ruminating the cud, perhaps ruminating something more? As the cow ruminates does it merely masticate the cud or does it also ponder the cud, ponder as I ponder the cheese and the cow and the cud? Deliberating upon the dairy I mull and muse the concept of the cow chewing, chomping, masticating the cud. Consider the cow. Munch upon the cheese. I ruminate and my ruminations illuminate my mind. I think. I ruminate. Therefore I am. I am cow.
Moo.
Should I invite her over?