The Hidden Source of Support

The Hidden Source of Support
---- Big Frank Dickinson

They told him that the universe was pulling for him. That confused him no end. The universe? Well it certainly had a perverse way of doing so. His life was OK, but if the whole universe was for him - then he ought to be on top - of everything; a stand out with joy dripping out his ears. Perhaps it wasn't the whole but rather only a part. He tried to place the source of support in some singular way. Was it Neptune or Chile or Antarctic ice? All much too far away. His washing machine and toaster were helpful, as were his shoes, but mostly he didn't have a clue. Perhaps that new neighbor - or his mom (no, not her). Was he really that special, or was it all (the whole vast muddle) evenly spread? Nobody, not even the universe cheers for everyone. He wanted to be the universe's favorite - otherwise, what was the point. Still - they said that it liked him; it would all be all right. So he opened his arms, spread them out wide and embraced the whole damn thing . . . at least as much as his arms could bear.