Midlife Crisis

I guess you could call a post, any post, proof of life... if not intelligence! And where there’s life there’s hope. And without intelligence hope’s far easier... so I guess it all works out for the best... in a cyclical sort of a way!

Hoorah for blind dumb optimism!

“It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there...

‘It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet.’

‘I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.”

~Leonard Cohen