Revelations

After reading a friend's recent blog entry, I understood something profound. She was recounting an essentially banal but somewhat deviating from the norm experience she had recently, noting that it made her think a bit differently about the world she lives in. However, she made the powerful distinction that she had not undergone some sort of life-altering experience, but rather just had a simple realization. I've noticed that my blog entries have a tendency to take a markedly less exciting event and turn it into some great lesson for all humanity:

I ate a sandwich today and realized that a slice of meat in between two pieces of bread was a metaphor for what Prince Siddhartha believed about the nature of reality.

I don't want my readers (whoever you two are) to think I fancy myself some sort of prophet, having apocalypses in between third and fourth period classes and writing them down in my blog over school lunch. My attempts to romanticize the events of my life often find me adding a moral to the story where there may not be any. Please excuse this tendency and consider I'm mostly doing it for a laugh.