Some days, I really have nothing to talk about here.
So then, I have to figure something out to talk about here. At times, it is very difficult to work through…. figuring this out. I often consider giving this a rest. Like, permanently. I know there are people who like to read this “thing” that I do every day. But I fear that I am once again, growing staler than the out-of-date-bread-rack, at the Wonder Factory.
Hey. Now there’s something.
The Wonder Factory. How great is THAT? I think someone should build one. A place where we could all go… like Disney World, or Dollywood.
We would ALL get in for free.
And when we would walk through the doors of The Wonder Factory, our greatest “Wonders” would be explored. Each one of us. It would automatically tailor our visit to whatever it is we like to wonder about.
Say… your interest is in cooking. Instantly… and I mean in a flash… you would be transformed into the World’s Great Chef, and you would know all there is to know about cooking, and food, and spices, and combinations of flavors. And you could chop onions like a mad dog.
Or…. maybe you like baseball. Poof. You’d be on the inside. Sitting in the dugout with the likes of all the greats. From Babe Ruth, to Willie Mays. From Hank Aaron to Stan Musial. You grab a bat from the wall, tar it up, and head to the plate.
Then again, it might be something different. You wonder about a person from history. Like Albert Einstein or Susan B. Anthony , Harriet Tubman or Gandhi. Click. And there they are. Right there in front of you, for a one-on-one sit-down.
Or maybe the thing you want the most… the thing you wonder the most… is about someone near to you… who has passed. Maybe The Wonder Factory would let you do that too. To have one visit, with one person…. in your own life. A mom, a son, a dog, or a friend …. but only one.
As a “Thing”…. Wonder is…. a feeling of surprise. It is typically mingled with admiration. And the cause of it? It is caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable.
Wonder is also a desire to know something..…or to have a sense of curiosity about something.
We would be reminded of this… as we went through The Wonder Factory. The visit would be positive, in every way, shape and form. And when we left… the every-one-of-us would have a sense of well-being. Gladness. Joy.
I almost forgot about the concession stands. It is exactly what you love to eat. As much as you want. No harm, no foul. It is like you’ve never had it when you are through.
And the final thing that happens as you leave…. they sprinkle you with Wonder Dust. It gets all over and in and on you. And you carry that amazing curiosity…. that sense of wonder…. with you…. for the rest of your life. You have breathed it in to the very core.
Yep. The Wonder Factory. That would be cool.
Well… if we can’t go there physically. We can sort of go there… mentally, spiritually.
So for you I wish…. may you be sprinkled… unknowingly… with Wonder Dust.
And may you carry The Wonder with you… each and every day.
The good kind. Not the moldy-bread-kind.
Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. — Stephen Hawking
Wisdom begins in wonder. — Socrates
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed. — Albert Einstein