What is Life?

The title is a question that I, in my wisdom (or lack of) ask myself minimally, once a week. I have asked this of myself since around age twelve. It gets a bit dicey at times because I will sometimes find myself in some situation that I hadn’t planned to be in. One example was in 1967 when I got my Draft notice saying I was being welcomed into the armed forces, probably the Army. You may not have ever heard about the draft but it was also called conscription. Either way, what a guy calls life changes dramatically. So, in no small moment was that a time I began asking myself what the hell life is. I left the “about” part out because life is about unforeseen instances when it boils down to it.

Unforeseen instances equals fate, circumstance, chance, mis (or good) fortune, drunk drivers or the smoking of pot on an airliner by the pilot. Some of the foregoing are good and some are rotten to the core. Cancer fits right in there quite nicely also. In fact, we can put a note in our files to index cancer right toward the top of all of these.

So, you woke up this morning and said, “I am going to go read Xog Zap! The person who writes that is a numbskull but he sometimes makes sense, sometimes?” Well, it depends on what “making sense” means to a person when you come right down and hold up a sign on a stick in a crowd of like minded fools saying down with this or up with that. Like it makes a difference? Really, for one hundred thousand years nothing little people think has made an appreciable difference to anything in history. Except to the small minds who think they can take up great causes. Otherwise known as spoiled brats with lousy breath and narrowly focused brains.

I won’t make a difference. If I did it would be because I invented the atomic bomb. Not because I write this stuff that slowly drips down the face of your monitor. I believe in God, Jesus, the bible and that is it. In other words, I am free from society. Not taxes, just, society as a whole. A hole? I really don’t know but it will come out in the wash, eventually.

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