divine placement

Sometimes, you awake one morning, and as the sun streams through your windows, and the birds hover beside the feeder, you wonder where you are in the divine order of things.  Has the divine authority approved in placing you in the center of his omniscient plan?  In the workings of this grand universe, this bright blue ball of water hurdling through the heavens, what is your part?  And as you pour your coffee, the milieu of your thoughts are borne into airy dalliance, ascending to Elysium, billowing ever upwards like the steam from your mug.

And then, the Google Street View car drives past your art studio as you happen to be walking to the front door.  Large globular camera, high definition, just ten seconds away and approaching fast.  Just in time, in fact, for you to pick up your shirt, distort your face into a Calvin-esque contortions, and laugh til your belly hurts.   And suddenly, you know that the planets are all aligned, the gods march in rank, and that, in space and time, you were where you were just supposed to be, at the moment you were supposed to be there.

I wonder when it gets entered into the Google search for this address.  Gosh, it’s good to laugh again.