'Pop goes the Weasel.' - G. Marx

'All around the world, people talk about the weather.' And what can you really say about the weather? A major storm has come and gone, snow has piled up on the streets, the sidewalks, and the doorsteps. We're not going anywhere today. It is amazing and suprisingly reassuring that nature, and the mysterious ways of the planet, can still override the concerns of human beings. It is a reminder of our humble origins. Natural selection has given us: Donald Trump, Paris Hilton, Vincent Van Gogh, Dean Martin, Andy Warhol, Pablo Piccaso, etc. We have not, cannot, conquer nature. We are nature, and subject to it at the same time. We are so proud of our technology and toys (as per Wallace Shawn - 'I love my electric blanket.') but don't they really, primarily, give us a false sense of security?

The big flood (to wash it all away) can come any moment. Of course, this fear of Apocalypse has been with us from the first days. 'Look at all we have, it can all be taken away in a blink of any eye.' It's a precarious state of mind to live with, can we incorporate this acceptance of perpetual change into our being without fear? Can I choose to be the 'happy go lucky' individual ready to give it up any time, to disappear into the ether, to spontaneously combust at any moment? Well, sure, why not? As that great Zen Koan Master Groucho Marx used to sing, 'Hello, I must be going.'