You can't get mad at weather because weather's not about you. Apply that lesson to most other aspects of life.

Sometimes you accidentally input an extra digit into the year: i.e, 19993 and you add 18,000 years on to *now*, and you realize that the year 19993 will one day exist and that time is a scary thing, indeed.

How can I be a part of the 1960s generation when I don't even remember any of it?

Besides, animals don’t even have time. Only humans have time. It’s what makes us different.

It'd be preposterous for me to propose a universal cure to loneliness but I will say that people who do the things they find interesting, either creatively or vocationally, tend to become unlonely very quickly.

I tried to think of a witty play on Every picture tells a thousand words, but then the whole word/picture thing collapsed on me.

If you look at life as a whole, we have to admit life's good where we live. But in an evil Twilight Zone kind of way there's nothing else to choose. In the old days there was always a Bohemia or a creative under-world to join if the mainstream life wasn't your bag - or a life of crime, or even religion.And now there's only the system. All other options have evaporated. For most people it's the System or what... death? There's nothing. There's no way out now.