These are the times that try men’s (and women’s) souls. I take no pleasure in seeing what’s happening, and knowing how it will end. The notion that everything you see on tv or read about is just QBism doesn’t assuage my anxiety. It feels like trying to keep dry sand from slipping through my fingers at the beach..not an easy task. So what do most people do to cope?

They look for distractions. They stop watching the news and bury their heads in the aforementioned silicates. What do I do? Wallow in it. Look for any possible glimmer of salvation. Or try to gird myself for what will inevitably occur. Another tough assignment.

so in the absence of a better plan, I’ll just keep sending out messages until this particular story line in this Matryoshka.called Life in These Here Parts comes to its natural conclusion. When that occurs, a new plot line will pick up..but at this moment, I can’t begin to imagine what that will look like. Can you?