A Most Pleasant Situation
Living, a most pleasant situation to find oneself in from day to day, full of all sorts of things: food, places, people, activities, work, gardening, gathering and sharing time in life with many others who are very much the same. Living, doing what compels them, what intrigues them, what bays them to participate and interlope among others who like ourselves are very much alive. Living, a most reliable way of entertaining oneself within eternity which sees us all the same. Encumbered by such trifles as opinion and logistics, (trying to replace security provided by human qualities into algorithms,) very sure, I’m sure, that we’ve all gone off our rockers, making mountains out of mole hills and dredging history for our future, sorting and separating the things which both elate and agitate us, as we decide what should be carried forward and what should be left behind. Living, a most consistent way of avoiding death, happily complimenting our own right of passage on the earth, as...