Drowning in Rabbits

No - I'm not actually trying to keep my head above the surface of a vast pool of bunnies - the expression refers to a joke I heard a week or so ago: "It's not that I really have ADD, it's just that - OH - look!  A bunny rabbit!"  In my case, the pool is the internet - day by day the information available - rabbits - gets deeper and deeper.  This morning I've been reading nuns' blogs, my high-school list of recent alumnae in the news; I've searched for a copy of my college yearbook, read Google's summary of news stories, looked up one Buddhist on-line instruction site, and watched hair-mousse burn.  That's just the rabbits I can remember. 

Not only has my once-linear train of thought been hijacked, the very tracks have been torn up and re-laid in a strange pattern that combines dizzying horizontal and vertical movement.  The very worst aspect of this - at least I think it's the worst - is that simple linear thinking is becoming repellent.  This morning as I read one of those nuns' blogs, I found it harder and harder to read steadily.  Every few words, I was seized by an impulse to click on some other link, go off to some other site, perhaps more interesting.  Now, I'll grant you that the blog I was reading was a bit slow-moving - nevertheless, it's something I'm interested in (how contemplatives live, think, pray.)  But every page has it's links - rabbits tearing off out of the frame and drawing me after them.  I follow.