... joined in with the human race.
Today I've stepped down from my plateau, which I hasten to add I built all by myself. I had started off with a vision of building a pulpit, but as my project progressed I found my vision shrinking under the weight of my own sweat and investment. The latter always seems to blight the former. I have yet to work out why.
Coming down wasn't as physically hard as it was getting up there. It did seem to take a chunk out of my pride though. I hadn't anticipated that.
When I first envisaged my pulpit I also considered my sermons. It was a logical extension. I'd very sneakily thought I could involve modern video cameras too. They would cast me into Warholes quarter of an hour. And I so needed that attention. I yearned for it with every fibre of my personality, with every moment of my being, I needed it.
And here I am many years later ... climbing down from a vision that was never to be ... a carrot.
My pulpit never got built and my sermons never got told ... which is the only good thing about my story.
Nuttymut
More nut than mut :-)