weird navel gazery

I think something weird is happening to me. I'm either depressed or something very like the opposite. Perhaps it is RL stuff I don't know how to react to and I'm not going to talk about.

But lately, I've been thinking of quite a few things. They are things I have thought of before, many times. I've dwelt on them, turning them over in my brain. They are nothing new. In fact, they are pithy, self-evident, and familiar to many. What is new is that they suddenly feel new.

And they seem to be just utterly random things, about both life and writing. I don't really get it.

Well, here they are, for the edification of anyone interested. They still seem very strange to me in their familiarity.

( Not new thoughts. )