After work today I had to stop at Home Depot to pick up a some hinges and a latch to finish building the new door for the opening under my mom’s house.  The old one was falling apart.  Not bad though for lasting 70 years.

As I walked down the aisles I looked into the faces of the passers by who ignored me completely.  It made me wonder if they had any idea that they were walking right by the Dreamer of the universe that they live in.  Maybe it is best that they don’t know I am the Creator.  Can you imagine what a pain it would be if everyone knew?  I’d have to sign autographs everywhere I went.

Maybe it’s best to stay anonymous.