Strange times we are living in but then again hasn't it always been strange? This world, this place, this time; anytime in history is curious because we are here for such a short stint: a solid 75 years with any luck.
What is the goal? Is there even one? To accomplish something or to move humankind forward? I'm not really sure what I came here to do. This business of being precisely who you are can be a bit precarious. As I tread the path, so many appear to be farther ahead, happier or have an easier route. What about those who wander with no structure at all? The ones alone out in the field running their fingers over the tall grass not concerned about direction or pace; it's as if they have done it all before and now know just to be part of the ecosystem, to take it all in.