Into the night of day, into darkness, friends can be hard to find, and in a dim room, in silence there was another, could be from anywhere, I had never seen him before, he looked much like any many accept his chin. I will not tell you the serious damage he had endured there. Yet he was able to mutter something under his breath I will never ever forget.

Work is to some extent reality. Humans are naturally bored, and the trouble that can be caused with that boredom is enormous. There are no short cuts in work, and not work is surely not a short cut, and nobody wants to be foolish, or embarrassing, we roll up our sleeves, get our hands dirty, and figure out why later on.

So I am your man, take me, take me in a box, wrapped for easy unboxing, put ribbons of love across each corner and put me on your apple cart, then bring me to a far away lake and get me drunk on brandy.

Here is crazy.

We got to focus on our kids if we want to be humans.

Don't get with the program.

Addicts of another era.

Mysteries are what make life more interesting.

Can we talk about peace now?