Dealing with psych patients today was very memorable. I saw geriatric patients in wheel chairs sitting at the end of the hallway in the sun, like potted plants soaking up the light. They didn't move for hours. Perhaps they know something I don't.
I saw women yelling at anything that moves. I saw men doing things I thought only adolescent boys did.
I saw old, seasoned veterans of the earth acting out like children.
Yet despite all this obvious disorder from the norm, I kept thinking about two things I read this morning.
Half our genome goes to building the brain. And, there are more neurons than stars in the Milky Way. I think our Creator values the individual. The human brain holds more star power than the Galaxy.
So, why disorder among us? Their has to be a constellation that can be drawn from all the scatter-brains that populate the psychiatric wards. I'm not expecting to find it. But I bet someday we might know.