The longer I live the more I don't understand the world. The greed. The illusion of power. All preceded by death and destruction. It doesn't matter who's history you read. It's a fact of human existence. An ugly fact that ultimately serves nothing. It all ends for all of us at some point or another. With some luck and hard work we can go in peace and with no or little regret. This take on the world often weighs on me. The lack of ability to comprehend the continuous repetition of societal and political failure. The focus on "power". A subjective and "practically" non existent entity. The only power (for lack of a better word) exists in each of us. It can be nurtured, dismissed, manipulated but it can not exist outside us. No condemnation here. Just what I have seen in my life. It is interesting because I spend so much time looking in. Mostly due to having a system that communicates within my thoughts. It is like being in a world within the world. I ramble now. Today I will go to my son's and spend the holiday with my son and my grandsons. I will be in the moment and enjoy the warmth. And I will take that time to remember what life is for. To love and to be loved. And I will not think of the world.