I close my eyes and inhale gently. Entranced, yet acutely aware of my role here, an indelible, wonderful part of something inestimably greater than myself.

Your approach could be day by day and you may concede that you will decide to ignore your own plan at times. Because you are admittedly flawed. Human after all.

What is the meaning of life? To live.

The present is all we have for action, for living. Everything else is either historical or hypothetical. Immutable data and uncertain potentialities that can be learned from and planned for, but only in the present.

Evil is innate, I have found. Ignored or misunderstood, it develops insidiously, on its own.

Shock no thinking just decide. Rage from nowhere down inside. Sensing ruin, cannot tell, kill the threat or run like hell?

Afraid of nightfall closing in; the lambent god lifts my run. Flying now on Icarus wings, cannot help but chase the Sun.

Reach down deep and draw a line. Continue thinking, walking tall. The problem's theirs, never mine. The insanity of it all.

Even the happiest fall prey to the plastic, the vacuous virtual. And some little voice keeps whispering to us 'There’s something wrong here.