You can acknowledge the emptiness at the core of your being or go crazy when the world goes crazy. The numbers of us overwhelm, an impending tsunami, my hopeful eulogy about our responsibilities to each other, 2 jobs 2 hobbies, the biomass in the crosswalks, fears that rend and own us, the Muslim-Judeo-Christian condition. Your soul is immortal, it exists outside of politics and poker. Just kidding. Forgotten, forgiven and foregone. A man’s ego needs no encouragement. “I’m gonna be huge when I’m dead,” John said last time we spoke.
Life is fine! tough the reward for our colossal imperfections a back and forth game the rivers and selfies of an empire daily low intensity warfare Good a gift not a curse new, so let go a veil, thin if one doesn’t believe in mystery like all things that are forever changing but always remain the same thriving enjoying the passage of time or will be good but a dream okey doke, short, a lazy-eyed tiger