Smaller and smaller

This one came to me from out of the blue while eating a bag of crisps and thinking about Alice in Wonderland and how she got into the hole in the first place...

Sometimes we have to be saved first and wrested out of the storm before we come to our senses to find ourselves completely in awe of it all, until gravity pulls us back and we land somewhere else to come up again in some other way.
This kind of happenstance is not unusual to those that have forked-out nine hundred dollars behind the counter for some kind of toadstool or mushroom without the mustard.

But for the rest of us it’s business as usual.

Will we not save this on purpose to compose our duty forthwith what must, asked the whale coming up for air and opening up a new line of reasoning.
The radio was doing overtime work and didn’t have time to comment; so we shall leave it here, it said, was all I got thrown at me for my troubles.

A massage and a haircut later I flew back into the stream I was feeling and demanded all I had asked for from out of the snow.
How many times have I told you to pipe it down, down there, asked the voice of god?
I just fell over and became smaller and smaller until I was so small I fell down the rabbit-hole and was never seen again…

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