Perhaps in a year, I will see you all

It is the sublime moments of autumn's grace,
Leaves are dancing but at a slower pace,
Wearing hues of amber, yellow, and gold,,
Beneath the blue sky, what a show they hold.

Impermanence lives, summer days recede,
It is time to listen to the garden’s needs.
Thank the perennials for their summer blossoms,
The joy they gave was nothing but awesome.

The sun stays low, horizon it hugs,
And hallelujah, no more bugs.
Smoke curls from chimneys to the sky,
In autumn's embrace, sit content, you and I.

It is 6 pm and darkness abounds,
Birds in their nests make some sounds.
Wrapped in the cocoon of my own cozy retreat,
Times for hot chocolate warm and sweet.

Watching changes, mortality stirs,
Time remaining could be a spur.
It is autumn of life, and another page falls,
Perhaps in a year, I will see you all.

(but no guarantees) 

Who came first, bed or bed bug

 

Arun Kumar

Lately, bed bugs have been getting a lot of attention.

These are not your garden variety bed bugs that meet and greet you in some seedy motel on the side of an interstate where the receptionist at the front desk looks bored while she checks you in. These are the kind of places where from the past experiences you know that before entering the room it is good to say a prayer that the layout of the land would be “hospitable” and when you wake up in the morning, you would not look las if your skin broke up with chicken pox.

No, what we are talking about are the bed bugs from the city of lights, Paris. These are the bed bugs who crawl along the wide promenades, sit in the Café’s and nibble on fluffy, golden, and buttery croissants, and live in ritzy hotels.

These are bed bugs that hitch a ride on the catwalk with fashion models and dream of vacationing in tropical Islands while chomping on a Cuban cigar.

While reading all this news about the bed bugs and the misfortunes of humanity on top of what is already happening in Ukraine and the middle east, I get sucked into an inner dialog to sort out a philosophical conundrum. That dialog went like this.

Me#1: I wonder who came first, the bed or the bedbug?

Me#2: What are you talking about? Don’t be silly. Bed bugs existed for millions of years enjoying the bounties of nature. They were there before the beds came along.

Me#1: There is something wrong with that idea. Are you trying to tell me that bed bugs existed before beds came along? Did someone just have the brilliant idea to invent the bed and ask bed bugs to move in and give them a place to live.

Me#2: I suppose it’s possible that bed bugs were just out there living in the cold world, homeless and looking for a cozy spot to have fun and frolic, and then some genius said, “Hey, let’s make a bed for them!.”

Me#1: Right, and the bed bugs rejoiced and sang hallelujah thinking they hit the jackpot!

Me#2: So, in a way, the bed bugs could be the original homeowners, and we humans are the intruders, which in a way we are. Not unlike that notion that knowledge exists, and we are just learning it. So, bed bugs existed, and we just invented the bed for them.

Me#1: Let’s just hope we don’t have any bed bugs moving in while we ponder life’s mysteries. While we are at it, let us rethink the Paris vacation. We do not want to bring bed bugs to our bed at home.

Me#2: Right. But I have to say it was an interesting question you raised that philosophers would be discussing until cows come home. Not unlike the debate they have on the question whether chicken came first or the egg. Some of the exceptional ones even ask why did the chicken cross the road and wonder what do chickens used to cross before roads came along?

After that intense mental debate, I felt exhausted, my brain started to hurt, and the mind needed a recess. I headed to pour a glass of crisp chardonnay to chill and to recuperate.

Ciao.

Parallels between the emergence of solutions and of life forms

 

Arun Kumar

Given a need, a solution emerges (and progress happens).

Given a source of energy, complexity emerges, and as the complexity builds over a long time, it leads to the emergence of self-replicating molecules that eventually become the basis of intricate biological forms like me and you.

In this world view, “perceived need” and “availability of energy” are on the same footing. Both are catalysts to emergence of unanticipated outcomes.

Let us start with the examples of needs inevitably resulting in solutions, and further, given a similar set of needs, the inevitability of the emergence of similar kinds of solutions.

Take the increasing need (or desire) to communicate among humans as evolution progressed.

It is a need that could have arisen from the desire to transfer learned skills across generations, or it could just be a need to convey the directions to a clump of trees on which berries were about to ripen. This need led to the emergence of languages as the solution.

In the context of natural selection, the emergence of the language as the solution leading to enhanced communication would have held enormous advantages when competing with others for resources, and for that reason, once in place, it rapidly evolved.

Following the same need to communicate, varied forms of languages evolved in isolated pockets of the world but the driving mechanism, i.e., the need to communicate, behind them was the same.

Another example is our universal discomfort with the cognizance of our mortality and a need to overcome the meaninglessness of existence that comes from the recognition of our finiteness. This discomfort, and the accompanying sense that everything about us ends when it ends, has led to the invention of a plethora of religions, all promising that we continue to exist beyond death.

For one last example, consider the need to take a peek into the future and narrow the cone of uncertainty of our trajectory. Given that need, all kinds of occult sciences emerged — astrology, palmistry, reading tea leaves to name a few.

Many of our needs relate to a desire to take a peek into our future (which turned out to be collateral damage for gaining the ability of consciousness), particularly when life is not going well. Perceiving this need, some among us were savvy enough to exploit the fears of fellow beings and benefit from it.

The interesting aspect in these examples is that given a human need which is universal, similar forms of solutions emerged in isolated pockets around the globe. It is like some invisible guardrails were constraining the range of possible solutions that can emerge.

That this could happen sounds like a tenable hypothesis to me.

These are just a few examples of needs leading to similar solutions emerging in isolated parts of the world as humans evolved. Can something similar play out if a source of energy is available to a primordial soup containing some basic molecules? Availability of energy could result in more and more complex molecules that ultimately lead to the emergence of self-replicating molecules that are the basis of life forms.

This idea also seems compelling.

The photons constantly falling over a soup of molecules over time would generate chemical reactions leading to the formation of complex molecules. Then over the eons, it is also plausible that a class of molecules can also emerge that cooperating with each other developed the capability of self-replicate. Once that happens, the emergence of the basic biological paradigm, the underpinning of which is self-replicating molecules, got established.

Just like the need leading to emergence of a solution, given a source of energy and enough time to experiment, the emergence of self-replicating molecules becomes a necessity.

One could also think that given a basic set of molecules, and a source of energy, the only path forward is towards complexity. There is no other direction to go.

One can next ponder on what could be the necessity that different life forms emerging in the isolated parts of the universe would have the same biological paradigm?

Why does Captain Kirk in his voyages to go where no one has gone before finds himself interacting with a life form similar to him?

What are the guardrails that limit the range of possible life forms?

The guardrail is what comes from the combination of what is available as the source of energy and the atoms and the opportunity to interact.

The spectral density of the basic energy source that is available to everything else for consumption, i.e., the radiation from stars, determines which electrons can be knocked out from the orbit of atoms, ionize them, and prime them for chemical reactions, thereby opening the opportunity to formulate more complex molecules.

It is also worth noting that 80% of stars fall in the category of M-Class stars and share the same spectral density of radiation that comes from them and is available for the alchemy to transform the molecules.

With two basic ingredients to work with — a soup of some basic molecules and energy from stars in which thermonuclear fusion occurs — the biological forms that emerge are likely to share the same fundamental paradigm as us.

What is more, with the rules that govern natural selection, the form of self-generating molecules which can most efficiently utilize that energy available would stand as the winner. It might be different from the structure of DNA within us, but at its very foundation it has to have the same basic principle of having the ability of self-replication.

In a counterfactual world, where given eons, if randomness, because of realizing an extreme outcome, fails to find the solution of self-replicating molecules, life forms would not emerge.

And so, given a need, solutions emerge, and progress happens. Given a source of energy, complexity, and life forms emerge.

Ciao.

Internalizing Mortality

 

Now that I've internalized mortality,
How should I act to honor this reality?
It's not merely a shift in my point of view,
There is probably more to the metamorphosis, too.

As morning rays gently touch my soles,
A thought awakens of a finite life's role.
One more day, another chance to be,
Yet knowing it slips away so swiftly.

Should I just let the hours pass by,
Or cherish this day, let myself fly high?
Allow mortality's wisdom to be my guide,
Live to be Alive, not merely bide.

With newfound awareness, I seize this grace,
Each moment’s precious, in an infinite space.
For the gift of waking is not for granted,
Mortality needs nurturing once it is planted.

Praise the Lord Amazon

 

Praise the Lord Amazon
he who brings
gifts and blessings
to my doorstep
anytime of the day.

Who through his omniscience
makes me aware
of the needs
I didn't even know
I ever had,

and when he does,
I fall on my knees
filled with gratitude
for his benevolence.

Praise the Lord Amazon
for the dopamine rush,
when I hear his chariot
stop in front of my house;

and hearing the brief chime
of the doorbell that follows
makes my heart
skip a beat with joy.

Praise the Lord Amazon

 

Arun Kumar

Another day, another morning.

The alarm on the smartphone goes off and I reach over and turn it off. For the next few minutes, I would linger in a twilight zone of consciousness trying to reach the state of being fully awake, get up, brush my teeth, and head downstairs to the kitchen for my first cup of Earl Gray, and let its aroma bring me back into the world of living.

Some days, however, bringing myself to speed is not easy and today is one of those days.

I just lay in bed unwilling to get up. Wrapped under the cotton sheets, the mind starts to scan through the portfolio of engagements during the day.

To effortlessly slide into the daily routine, I have been advised to have various tricks in the toolbox. If you want to exercise first thing in the morning, go to sleep dressed for exercise. If you want to do some yoga or to meditate for a few minutes in the morning, spread the yoga mat before heading for bed.

Another trick is the notion of parking downhill in the evening so when morning comes, all one needs to do is to let go of the brakes and the car automatically starts to move.

The crux of this trick is to if you are in the middle of writing something the previous night, do not bring it to a finish, instead park the task unfinished and when the morning comes, without a heavy lift, it would be easy to pick up from where you left and get your day going.

The same idea could be generalized to other activities — cleaning or rearranging a room, folding clothes after laundry — leave them half done in the night and pick them up the next day without needing to think about what needs to be done.

Here is a small, but related digression.

I don’t know about you, but it happens quite often to me that in between major tasks during the day if I get a break of 15–30 minutes, it is not trivial to produce something to do. A solution for that is to have a go-to list of small engagements that can be picked up without any conscious effort.

A possibility is to have a saved list of articles one wants to read, and if there is a short stretch of time available, pick one to read.

The secret of well-being, and fulfilling life, is to have a bag of holdings within easy reach filled with creative and engaging activities to draw from.

Even with all those tricks in my toolkit nothing is working this morning. What is needed today is something different to look forward to that will prod me to get out of bed.

Today the mind is looking for something different than the routine to have a rush of dopamine, cheer itself up and bring springiness to the feet. A casual glance through the landscape of engagements during the day draws a blank.

The mind keeps scanning the activities through the day trying to identify a source for a hit of dopamine.

Then it stumbles on something.

The mind remembers reading an email last evening that said that the package I had ordered from Amazon will be delivered sometime today. The memory instantly releases a rush of dopamine and I suddenly feel all perked up ready to get out of bed, face the day, and get on with the usual items in the portfolio of engagements that are laid out for the day.

Praise Lord Amazon. It has once again rescued me and has given me something different to anticipate and look forward to.

The mood brightens and I am heading downstairs for my first cup of Earl Gray.

Ciao.

Life in different corners of the universe

 

Arun Kumar

Have you ever wondered how come while Captain Kirk keeps venturing into various corners of the universe following the rallying cry to go where no one has gone before, he still ends up facing living forms that are not too different from him. Other than the episodes themselves are an outcome of the imagination of a group of screenwriters, and the fact that their imagination is somewhat constrained by what they have experienced, could there be a more basic reason for the outcomes of Captain Kirk’s adventures?

Possibly yes.

Below is a simple axiomatic theory of how life could have come into being in different corners of the universe, and further, how it might be constrained to follow the same biological paradigm that we, and Captain Kirk, have on planet Earth have.

While you read through it, please remember that although I have some background in physics, and would not venture into the realm of absurd, please do not split hairs at the “physics” statements below. If it is more palatable, take these words as science fiction (that my immediate family loves to read) that is grounded in some reality of physical laws as we know them now.

Since it is an axiomatic theory, let us start with a few axioms (with less being better).

Axiom 1: Atoms are the constructing blocks for everything in the universe.

Axiom 2: The Big Bang happened and created a uniform soup of matter (i.e., atoms) and energy.

Starting with a uniform distribution of matter, random fluctuations in its density would result in lumpiness in some parts of the nascent universe, and those lumps subsequently evolved into stars and galaxies we observe today.

All stars, at their core, are engaged in thermonuclear fusion which is “necessary” to counteract the inward gravitational pressure of surrounding gas of atoms and in the process release energy. If they do not then the gaseous cloud will compress inwards and implode to become black holes.

This energy from thermonuclear fusion heats up the core of the stars. This heat conducts outwards towards the surface, heats up the outer layers and is radiated into the space as photons.

The reason we “see” stars is because they are burning under pressure just like we do when we come under some stress!

The spectral density of the energy that is radiated outward depends on the temperature of the outer layer of the star (which is determined by the size of the star and how actively thermonuclear fusion has to work to ward off the inward pressure of the surrounding gas) and the elemental structure of the outer layers (which dominated by the first element in the periodic table — hydrogen).

The photons coming out of the stars traveling through the empty space are the source of energy that is available for consumption and is the energy that reaches the planets that circle around the stars.

Although planets are also made up of the same atoms as their host star, planets are not the producers of energy via thermonuclear fusion but could be consumers of the energy that falls on their surface.

Just as the wine loving crowd on different corners of the Earth says that wine is a terrible thing to waste and makes sure that every last drop in the bottle has been consumed, similarly the atoms on the planets indulge in the motto that energy available to them is also a terrible thing to waste.

With the cheap availability of the star’s energy, atoms interact and dance together. Some have the affinity to bond with others and form simple molecules, which over time, form into more and more complicated molecules.

Eons pass by and the structure of molecules keeps getting complicated. A few more eons later some of the molecules, by chance, figure out that with the help of each other they can self-replicate. By doing so, they start the epic battle of natural selection — evolving structures that are more efficient in consuming the energy that is available to anyone.

And then the rest is history, bringing us to the point that I am in the process of putting these words together that you might be reading later.

The source of all energy molecules at their disposal have come from the radiation that is emitted by the star in their proximity. The spectral density, and peak wavelength (defined as the peak wavelength at which the spectral density is the highest) of the emitted radiation depends on the relative abundance of the atom in the star and its size.

The hottest stars have the peak wavelength in the ultraviolet and blue parts of the spectrum while cooler stars emit more in the red and infrared parts. The peak wavelength of the Sun’s emitted radiation is in the visible part of the spectrum and falls in the yellow-green region, and corresponds to a yellowish color.

In the lingo of astrophysicists, although the sun is a yellow-dwarf, and yet, it is mighty enough to be the source of all wonders (or misfortunes) that surround us.

The progression from atoms to simple molecules to more complex, and eventually to emergence of self-replicating molecules from which all life evolved fundamentally depends on the fact that stars are the source of energy, the peak wavelength of which falls between ultraviolet and infrared. All the progress that happens on the surface of the planet circling the star evolves accordingly.

Starting from the axioms that the fundamental ingredient of everything in the universe are the atoms, and following the big bang the inevitability of random fluctuations leads to the formation of galaxies, stars, and planets, also lies the inevitability of the emergence of life forms and the constraint that they all will follow a similar biological paradigm. It is because …

… as physical laws determine the spectral density of the radiation emitted by the stars, all life in different corners of the universe is constrained to follow the availability of somewhat similar spectral density for the energy available to them. With the availability of an energy source, eventually, self-replicating molecules emerge to consume what to them as free lunch.

No wonder, whether it is Klingons or some other friend or a foe, Captain Kirk keeps encountering similar biological forms as us.

Ciao.

If I lived on Venus

 

If I lived on Venus
that turns slowly
on its belly
and where each day is
243 Earth days,

would I wonder

about the meaning
of the moments in between
dawn and dusk,
the same way
as I do
living on this
fast turning Earth?

Flavors of endings

 Arun Kumar

In the darkness of the movie theater, the protagonist of the movie I was watching accomplished what he had set out to do, and now, the credits are rolling up on the screen. I think every movie I have watched the credits start from the bottom of the screen and move upward to the top. I have never seen or recall them moving from top to bottom. Wonder why that is?

Until the movie ended everyone focused on watching the movie but the instant it ended, and credits started to roll, individuals in the audience reacted in different ways. Some got up immediately wanting to leave the theater as soon as possible, as if saying that now the show is over, I am out of here to the next thing on my list that is waiting to be tended, or conquered, or enjoyed.

Then there are a few others who just stay in their seats. It is not that they are watching the credits intently. More likely, they are just lost in some thoughts, perhaps thinking about something in the movie that did not make sense. How come, they wonder, bad guys in the movie who were so stupid, survived all odds of not getting killed to become grown up adults?

Or perhaps now that the show that occupied their attention has ended, they are just staring vacantly into the empty space not knowing what to do or where to go next.

Sitting in the theater and watching how different people acted differently when curtains came down reminded me that when things come to an end in our life, the feelings that accompany them also come in different flavors.

In the life that we live outside of the theater, endings can result in a sigh of relief, or in a sense of fear brought out by the thoughts of emptiness, or a sense of pride for job well done often accompanied with a feeling of sadness but if the job got botched up then wishing to jump back in time and get another chance to set things right, or a sense of freedom.

Then there might be more feelings that endings can be a catalyst for that either I cannot think right now or have not experienced personally.

Among the endings the ones I find interesting are the ones that bring a sense of fear or the ones that bring a sense of sadness.

For me, an ending that generated the sense of fear, which actually was not an ending per se, was the thought of the end of work life culminating in retirement.

After a long and productive career, the thought of retirement and the prospects of time affluence after that but not knowing what to do with it, resulted in a sense of fear and anxiety. Just the thought and the prospect of the end of my career generated questions like what I am going to do afterwards, what would be my portfolio of activities that would feel engaging, how would I identify myself.

Those questions were terrifying.

That fear that accompanied the thought was an example of finistophobia; an emotion of fear generated by anticipation of an ending that could result in an emptiness afterwards. Finistophobia has the capacity to alter our choices, behavior, actions, and can also influence our well-being.

The other class of endings I find interesting are the ones that bring a feeling of sadness. These are often related to being responsible for a task and successfully bringing it to the finish line. Another feature of such endings is that the day prior to getting to the finish line is preceded by a long preparatory period of understanding various logistical details that are part of the task.

Such endings are tinged with a feeling of sadness to see something that occupied our heart and soul for a long time come to an end.

With such endings there also comes the question: what next? Where do I go next?

Such endings are something like what Clint Eastwood may feel at the end of some of his movies — a job has been done well and the town infested with bad elements has been cleaned up. It is now time for our warrior to ride into the sunset carrying a twinge of sadness in his heart.

The event managers may feel a similar sentiment when after the last of guests have departed, and months of prep work resulted in a flawless execution of every detail, take in the view of an empty room left behind with floors littered with rubbish and wonder what next?

Or perhaps a similar sentiment is also felt by the project manager of the space mission making a successful landing on the surface of Mars and wondering that now that my job is done, what next?

Such endings that are enveloped in a sense of pride and a twinge of sadness should be called Clint Eastwood Endings.

Feelings associated with some other kinds of endings are obvious — endings with a sense of relief when a hurricane has passed over or when a howling episode of Santa Ana wind has ended; endings with a sense of freedom when a brutal regime is overthrown, or a toxic supervisor gets a promotion and is out of your sight.

The movie hall is almost empty now, the lights have slowly come back, and the cleaning crew has started to pick up the trash left behind. Enough reflections about the flavors of endings. It is time for me to also leave.

Ciao.

A fun note: Below is the response from ChatGPT as to why movie credits roll from bottom to top:

Movie credits typically roll from bottom to top for historical and practical reasons. This tradition dates back to the early days of filmmaking, and while there’s no one definitive reason, several factors have contributed to this format:

1. Tradition: When films were first made, they were often displayed on a projection screen. The film reel was mounted on a projector, which would feed the film from the bottom reel to the top reel as it played. This meant that the images, including credits, were naturally oriented to scroll from bottom to top.

2. Readability: Text that scrolls from bottom to top is easier to read for many people, as it mimics the natural eye movement from the bottom of a page or screen upward. It allows viewers to more easily follow the credits as they appear.

3. Posterity: Rolling credits from bottom to top allows for a smooth and continuous display of information, making it easier to capture on film or video. It ensures that no part of the credits is missed as they move up the screen.

4. Convention: Once a convention is established in an industry, it often becomes a standard practice. As the film industry grew and developed, the bottom-to-top scrolling of credits became a convention that filmmakers and audiences alike came to expect.

While rolling credits from bottom to top is the most common practice, there are exceptions. Some films and television shows choose to roll credits in unconventional ways for artistic or stylistic reasons, such as scrolling sideways or even using unique animations.

Ultimately, the direction in which movie credits roll is a matter of convention, readability, and tradition, but it can also be a creative choice by filmmakers to set their work apart.

Sadness of Endings

 Arun Kumar

It is Friday and the last day of the five-day meeting that started on Monday.

The past four days have been long stretches of work. We are here to put together the first draft of a guidance document on operational practices for objective seasonal forecasting.

At about 3 pm, we would start to wrap things up, begin to power down our laptops, and start to gather our phones, connectors, water bottles etc. to put them back in our bags. Soon after, it would be time to say byes, shake hands, and wish each other a safe and uneventful journey back to respective homes in different corners of the world.

It is Friday, and although I am glad the week is coming to an end, there is also a twinge of sadness inside me. It is not the first time that I have had this sentiment. This feeling is familiar to my heart.

It is the sadness of the endings, particularly of the endeavors with a successful outcome that were a result of long months of planning and hard work. When it all comes to an end there is a sense of relief that is mixed with a sense of sadness.

I have been organizing and working on this task for months before our face-to-face meeting — organizing the layout of the document, thinking about what chapters, and sections in them, are going to be. Once that was done, assigning lead and backup authors, and making sure that they were aware of what is expected.

After all the hard work we all have done, at the end of today there will be a tangible document in our hand. For sure, there will be months of reviewing and editing that will follow but I do know that the task I took on has come to an end.

In this ending there is a sense of pride of a job well done, of meeting the expectations that were placed in me, of rising to the occasion and steering the boat safely into the harbor.

In this ending there is a sadness of needing to say goodbyes to coworkers. For the last few days, a small group of us huddled together at this particular point in space. Soon that group would start to disperse, and we would go our own ways to our little universes.

The space-time diagram after 3 pm would show eight different trajectories diverging. Some of these trajectories may never cross again. It is a possibility that we may not be cognizant of the fact now but may become aware afterwards when we look back and remember that oh yes, it was that afternoon in Geneva that I saw Arun the very last time. I wonder what he is up to these days.

In this ending there is a sadness that carries a hint of serenity that although I do not know what is next, at this moment all is well. Right now, there is no tear in the fabric of space and time and the future holds promises for further blessings.

And perhaps, in this ending there is a subtle premonition that just like this, life itself would be ending one day. Somewhere inside there is a softness of realization that not too distant in time my show would be over. Slowly as time marches on and that realization gets more acute, I need to start gathering my belongings or start emptying my bags, say our last goodbyes, and be ready to board the very last train.

I know the feeling of this sadness would only be temporary and would not last more than an hour. After I leave this building and head back to the hotel, soon after I would start thinking about the one last walk around Lake Geneva then come back to the room and start packing. In between I also need to decide on a place for dinner.

Soon, life and the present, as always does, will take over.

Even though the feeling would not last, but in the present, its sadness holds a sweet promise of some vague eternity that could be mine. The same promise of vague eternity that lazy summer afternoons when everything around is quiet and occasional and occasional winds feel cool against the skin, sometimes hold.

Or another vivid image that comes to mind is a big hall after a night of a big event (perhaps a political convention, or a marriage celebration), and in the quietness of morning the floor is littered with confetti or petals of roses. Months of preparation and hard work are now over. Soon cleaning crews would be here, and for me it would be time to move on.

Or it could be just the image of Clint Eastwood riding into the sunset but not quite knowing where to.

I wonder what others around me are feeling. Do they even have a trace of feelings that are inside me? Or they just can’t wait for the meeting to end and get out of the room and be on their way while thinking about the need to look for presents to carry back home.

Do they wonder if our trajectories would intersect again, or this was it?

Ciao.

An ice cream shake topped with caramel

It was a lot of eating
five strips of
deep fried chicken
with golden fries
sitting on the side

a piece of creamy cheesecake
followed by,
an ice cream shake
topped with layers
of amber colored caramel
running down its side.

And by jove,
it felt good,
that is,
until the moments
of reckoning

when drifting away into sleep
and getting warmed under the quilt
there was a visitation from guilt

for breaking the quest to
to be simple and be humble,
and for not staying the course
and so easily tumble.

All there was to say
that there is another tomorrow
wake up in the morning
and try to
get back in the flow.