Willy-nilly

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing  Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;  And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,  I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. Stanza XXXII of “Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” by Edward Fitzgerald (1809–1883)

Time Flies

On my long daily commutes I often get stuck on a song that I’ll listen to for a week or more, studying as much as I can about it. This masterpiece has been the focus of my attention of late. So complex, so deep, so true…so much to think about…



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