At this point I talk to make sure I'm still alive and I write to prove to myself that I'm not senile. I wore out my mantra decades ago. Doesn't matter much. My limited attention span barely slowed down for anything approaching meditation.
Oh, I'm aware that there are villains out there plotting the end of the world. I take comfort in knowing that there always have been. I'm also reassured knowing that they will all die, even if they don't think so. Fortunately, they seem to have their eye on Mars, not Dorset.
I wish for you the happiness that surrounds me. I've certainly never done anything to deserve this, but as my friend, Leo says, "Don't kiss a gift horse in the mouth."
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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