and so we're still here

deep breaths....
yes still alive, don't have to be today but....
events may choke up stints that can make a day, a week, a month or even a year. who knows? the booker of bookers writer may show up again in one of the U2 concerts like he did in Wembley Stadium, or Cat Stevens might break his musical silence in Kingston University once more just so he could denounce Salman Rushdie. it may even be as low as Laura Bush admitting on National TV that she is a desperate housewife! the gloomy horizon is here so any stirrings that are of light even if of kitsch wacky value are welcome.

why am i not taking my life today? the nobel prize laureate asked in his book. Camus' wager of living the query came up pretty distinctly "because am no coward." he whispers through his letters: Sisyphus must be humming a tune to himself as he goes down the hill to try to roll the huge rock up again. Even the mighty Prometheus must have found himself a friend in the Eathon monster and started at one point to bless the night for time to grow back his half liver - just so the next day the great eagle has something to munch on. Eternity is a long passing after all... let's see how it unravels today.