There certainly must be some
relationship between disposal
of indigestible and undigested
food from the gastro-intestinal
tract and the freedom to think
and asses situations more
critically.

Dunno ’bout you but I find
that I’m at my most
imaginative when I’m within
the confines of the commode.

Apart from the discomfort of
sciatica from lounging ‘pon the
seat for longer the necessary,
the rest is thinking-bliss.

I have found much to my
chagrin that plans I’ve had
formulated while answering
the call of nature have turned
out, in the large number of
cases to be worth my while
and quite beneficial,
unfortunately this isn’t quite
the case when I intentionally
force it.

So, what I tend to do is to
leave very important (maybe
even life-changing) decisions
to commode-time, when I can,
with inspiration from that
unusual surrounding
analytically weigh the pros and
cons of the options available
to come to a decision.

If this hasn’t failed me in small
things,I doubt it will in the Big
things I might be indulging in
the future.

You just can’t blame me for
exploiting a space for
inspiration. Did not the Super
Globe Trotters emerge
stronger after visiting their
lockers?

‘kovich

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