An ant on my hand
Life or death
My choice
I choose to do nothing__
A haiku and then not a haiku
To often we feel obliged to act
I choose to do nothing___
When the best course of action is inaction
I blow the ant away__
Of course I have upgraded Sloth from the Seven Deadly Sins to a virtue in revenge for astronomers having downgraded Pluto from planet status. I rejoice in time drifting to and fro like a gentle eddy of a shallow tide without a ripple in the cosmos. Even when I had been beset by impending death I never strayed from doing nothing other than succumb to blissfull brain fogs. I had no other choice, until a NYU nurse offered me a laxative dispelling the ammonia in my brain. Simple as that the fog lifted in weeks. Still at death's door, but aware of how far and how close was time. I promised myself to remain true to my devout belief in godlessness and I have kept my word.
Time never moves faster when you cease caring for its passage.
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