My friend, Ed, sings, "The world is algebra and sometimes the heart gets in the way," and I realize that, for me, "The world is heart and sometimes algebra gets in the way."
Boy, if I could make it all rhyme, I'd have a story to tell you.
Too old. Nobody has to tell me. Doesn't really seem all that sad to me. I wasn't always too old. I juggle memories and call it meditation.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.