In Constant Motion

Standing at church during Mass Sunday morning, a realization hit me like a bolt of divine lightning. Not one of the good folks at St. Christopher's Parish could stand still. Not even me. People are in constant motion. Moving unceasingly. Swaying back and forth, from one side to another. Fidgeting, flipping the pages of the church's song book, looking around, et cetera et cetera. Man is this one big blob of energy waiting to be let loose. Some people fare far worse than others. This is where all the acronyms come in. I may be a lot of things, but brander I try not to be. Let's leave that to the learned. Those whose lives have been dedicated to finding out the workings of the human brain. Let them name the unnamed. Then we can all get on with our lives and feel better about ourselves, that we "don't got them a-crow-nyms."