Saturdays
April 12, 2008
The Chinese music wafting into my bedroom from the living room is so sweet. The singer I’m told, died while on a trip from Taiwan to Thailand some years ago. How sad. We work so hard at whatever it is we happen to find that really makes us happy only to find that it all for naught in the end. In the big scheme of things universally, what did we really accomplish? What was it all for? Nothing, really.
