Somewhere to play.

Another day, another darkness.

This is not mine, not any more. It was, at another time, another place, and another world.

When I was more foolish, more ambitious, more stars in my eyes, and less wisdom. Not much has changed since then.

The stars have dimmed a bit - better insight and worse input. Wisdom - still waiting. Ambition has been replaced by lethargy, and the foolishness has increased proportionally.

What is it; There is no fool like an old fool.

Guessing games - A child, whose children we adopted, passed away this week. That is a long story.

The legacy is for her's to bear. The answers gone forever, forgiveness too late, never will they have peace in their minds, unless they forgive and forget.

On we go, a new generation. Their heritage written in the mistakes of their forefathers.

At least the technology is improving. Yet - making it even more difficult for the masses to catch up in the already widening gap over the knowledge bridge.

This is the story of life.

Here we have Father Death, and standing next to him, little boy Life. There they go, hand in hand, from generation to generation. That is the way, that is truth.

What we do with our allotted time, that is what we call life.

Give me a break, it's cold, it's Blue Monday, and I'd rather be fishing or something - somewhere else.