Dedication

The last thing I wrote was a week ago. I just published it yesterday. Time just races by, and I just enjoy the feel of it, like the wind blowing through my my hair. Next thing you know, another week has gone by, then a month, then a...and on and on. My philosophy makes it so I don't think much about it. I know I should be fanatical about doing more, more, more, but in the cosmic scheme what does it matter? I suppose to a cockroach everything is important.In that respect, intelligence is an obstacle.