Pronoia: Not all it is cracked up to be, and everything I ever wanted.

 You know those days when everything seems to be in a fog, not in focus?  You know it's out there, you can make it out, but it is not as clear as you would like.  Yep, today.  It actually dawned clear and sunny here, and my mood matched the weather first thing this morning.

 And then, there you are, standing on a cliff, looking at the drop, saying "huh?".

 There is a part of you that just wants to withdraw, crawl back in the safety of the nest.  After all, you don't always get what you want out here.

 And then, hope emerges again.  We pick it up and go on.  After all, what else is there to do unless we crawl back into that fox hole and lie in the dark?  When you are a pronoid, you just can't hang out in the dark very long.

 So, sometimes while it is best to let sleeping seals lie undisturbed, there are times...

...it is best to move on toward the flowers blooming in the rocks and volcanic ashes, showing that once again, we are indomitable.  No matter that we are disappointed, we will rise up, and do it anyway, what ever it takes.