Rabbit-holes

Well now Funky Folks have you ever fallen down a rabbit-hole? It’s so easy to do that. There are so many. I mean you know how rabbits breed. Prolific I tell you.

A rabbit hole FunkyFolks leads to a maze of underground tunnels and passageways. It’s so easy to get lost just like you would in Toronto’s home made network of walkways. It is entirely possible to to go round in circles. You scratch your head when pass a place you passed five minutes ago.

And so it is with the internet Funky Folks where you virtually get lost in your own head. The brain is a network right albeit it grey. So you fire up the computer in the morning eager, to find out more about this virus thing that has been of deepening concern.

In your browser you begin typing…‘coron’. Blink and unknowingly Funky Folks you have just plummeted into a rabbit-hole because amongst the available choices this pops up and grabs you by the throat. Gulp!!

“High blood pressure and diabetes medication taken by 13 million Americans could raise the risk of serious coronavirus symptoms, scientists say.”

You see it diverts you from your original intention. Down deep in that tunnel a sign points the way and you enter. Then you come upon a choice. Shall I go down that path to ‘Coronavirus and High Blood Pressure…Diabetes or back to ‘Coronavirus update’’ or get the hell out of here.

You have fallen into a rabbit-hole and before you know it Funky Folks it’s lunchtime.

Now Funky Folks never go down the ‘Invitations’ alley where you receive an enticing message ‘click our link below’. You will end up in hell. Stripped of your identity there is no way you can backtrack.

Despite the dark side of Rabbit holes they deepen our world. They peak our interest. Gobbling up knowledge like a starved Pac-Man becomes a satisfying pastime, an end without end.

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