“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
That line from Lewis Carroll’s “The Walrus and the Carpenter”
Came to me when I was trying to find something to write about. I think the connection lies in the fact that there is so much to talk and write about.
So much is going on that personally affects us. I feel like I would like to find the hole that Alice accidently fell down, and, with pleasure, jump in. Yet, when I look around, there is no need to look for a fantasy wonderland, I think we are already at a picnic with the Mad Hatter.
The politicians are having a field day with the Tea Party and Tweedledum and Tweedledee are twiddling there thumbs as the country shrinks down to the size of the Mouse in the teacup. The country’s debt is beginning to look like Alice with her feet and arms protruding from the windows and doors of the house she outgrew.
Oh yea, and there is Humpty Dumpty, a thin shelled egg who sits on a very narrow wall so thin I think it is a fence. He is proud, sometimes rude, easily offended and is a master of words. In the end, I think, he will fall off of the wall.
Well, maybe I am like the Mock Turtle, I seem to be a bit sad and I cry occasionally.
Every time we think small, big things happen; every time we think big, small things happen. I think we should stop trying to enter doors too small for us to fit through and stop trying to achieve things that are out of reach. Also, for goodness sake, do not consume things that read, “Drink me!” or “Eat me!” And above all, if you hear someone scream, “Off with his head!” Get a rope ladder and get the hell out of there. Wake-up! Wake-up!
Eugene A. Santoro