Deep Thoughts

I once contemplated the beauty of silence by allowing my mind to drift in and out of consciousness on the winds of thought: embracing the wonders of rarified inward luxuries, exploring the poignance of a single rain drop, reflecting upon past success and failures. I felt that I was on the preface of some grand catharsis, as though some ultimate meaning just trembled beyond my grasp. Yet all the while, as I stood in a line up at a bank, a image kept appearing from the depths of my psyche, beaconing me to forgo my reverie and take heed of its glorious presence. "God that bank teller has nice breast!"