A long, long way to go, and despite more barrages from the freaks on high, I had the opportunity for more rest, today, making it the third or fourth day in a row - with a long, long longggg way to go. Since maybe May of this year and, arguably, for much of the second half of my life, I have never really found sufficient rest or recovery. Always something nipping at my heals. It would be nice to sing today, or play my harmonica, but that would not be wise at this juncture. However, I can still listen, and so I listen, still, to one of the best albums of all time, "
Songs In The Key Of Life." I remember some good times, singing along to this album with other friends - and then singing along to it with a whole nuther crop of friends in some other era. So, this is an endearing, enduring work of art. It makes one sad for life. Sad, sad for life. Why can't it be everlasting? Why so many trying to end it? Why do people cut it up into identity politics, when we should just relax, rejoice and enjoy? How little it takes, really, my friends, just to live. You tell me how it got so hard. But, still, hanging on, one keeps seeing that hate knows that love's the cure. Tell this to a Reptilian, and he will transform into a collapsing spectre of shame. Always. And I'll be loving you.
Punch me! I can take it!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJtOdD2wOgs February is Bob Marley month, by the way.