What’s it all for? Why are we here? What am I doing here? What’s it all about, Alfie? We get up in the morning, have breakfast, go to work, work, come home from work, blah, blah, blah. What do we hope to accomplish? What do we accomplish? We download software updates, type on our computers, drive our cars, watch our movies, what’s the point? Excuse me if I sound like a Nihilist today. I guess that’s what Monday mornings will do to people. The first utterance from my mouth today was a curse at my alarm clock. “Son of a motherless goat!” Perhaps I need a gentler alarm clock. Yes, that’s the point of it all. Alarm clocks.

Last night I had a dream about shoes. I was in a shoe store and the salesman couldn’t find me the right pair of loafers. Perhaps that is an analog to my state of mind this morning. If the shoe fits…


Author: PhilRW

software engineer, pianist, polymath

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