Clouds, what do they mean? Will it rain? Or will it be a tease? I've taken a break from Sue Grafton and I am reading, for my fiction, Philip K. Dick's "Galactic Pot Healer". You wouldn't think that a book with a title like that would make you think, but it does. I suspect that those of us who care about life, about living things, are exhibiting a trait that puts us completely at odds with a "life force" if such a thing exists. By showing compassion and concern, we demonstrate that we don't belong here. I think it's a good thing, to not belong here. The book is also full of wry humor and pratfalls.
I rarely watch TV anymore. At one time I went five years with no TV. I didn't miss it. Then it slipped back into my life but it was almost entirely PBS, until I discovered some network stuff above par, that somehow survived the moronization process. I actually had basic cable at one time but most of that was rock bottom crap, and cable got more and more expensive. It wasn't worth it. Books are the best.
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