Well, I tried my damnedest to get into some kind of trouble yesterday, but even with my brain setting at INTENSE, I seem to have lost my touch.
I hate to think that life has mellowed me beyond the seeking of the edge where I may step with both drive and hesitation, clutching the practical in one hand balanced out against the other gripping discovery. Wisdom rides the center line, but clouded by folly allowed to linger until the successful sun of knowledge shines through.
Meanwhile, while I meandered through the day with caution, another of my generation has moved ahead with my brilliant life plan. A few words about her later—as soon as I can locate on the web the evidence I need to prove our point.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology