the problem was execution

the other day Morton tried laying down on the couch with his position reversed from the usual east-west supine orientation. in a flash, his head-toe inversion seemed to spark a spontaneous new universe! The old man paradigm supplanted by a galaxy of vital possibility; howling winds were blowing. Morton locked his fingers behind his head and wondered if he had indeed succeeded in upending the dismal polarities of his life. was this the beginning of an epic embarkation to new and wilder frontiers? would this one fell manoeuvre entice the psychic and emotional renaissance he'd been desperately seeking this last decade?

no. none of that. all that happened was the cushions seemed a bit fluffier on the previously under-used side of the sofa and this new angle of approach -- and the sunbeams arcing through the front window -- revealed a massive buildup of dust on the television screen. Sadly for poor Morton, it was, as they say, 'same same but different'.