You may have thought I was lost somewhere in the Jungles of the Andes, or traversing the slippery slopes of Valle Delle Meraviglie. But alas I simply slipped into the world of an invisible person. All are equally difficult, all have their extreme challenges and all call for super human commitment to get out alive. Being invisible however has no known benefit that I can determine, as of yet. It isn't the kind of invisible that lets you do great things unnoticed, like slip into a concert for free. It's the kind of invisible where people constantly want to walk on the piece of sidewalk that you've chosen ... or worse, car and driver are headed straight at you and there is no notion to brake! Yikes, it can be frightening! This was not a chosen destination for traveling, it just sort of happened. One morning I awoke to find myself invisible to others? How did I pop out of existence? More importantly, where's the entrance to existence? How can I pop in and out of existence when it is my choosing?
These are the questions I have been asking myself of late.