You are reminded that your life is reliant, contingent, upon on an elaborate Rube Goldberg Machine.
You have always relied on the kindness of strangers.
You have counted on things working out.
You hope that all the gears are well-oiled, the tires are inflated, everything works to spec.
Aye there's the rub.
Maybe the machine is a bit too elaborate.
The designers/inventors got a little too carried away with their inventiveness.
You are a foolish one. Sitting at the table, trying to eat your soup. Expecting everything will work out fine.
You forgot:
the bug in the software
the spanner in the works
that rust never sleeps
and sometimes, things just don't work out.
The a.m soundtrack - Wilco's "Star Wars." (2015). It starts with dissonance. A spiky instrumental. A blast of energy and sound to clear the cobwebs of your expectations. This is a band that can do anything. Chock-full of fabulous musicians, three guitar players, an incredibly inventive drummer, keyboards; a band with their own home studio, everyone at the top of their game. An incredible band of musicians fronted by Jeff Tweedy. A truly wonderful vocalist and songwriter. Another great Wilco record. What's my favorite Wilco record? Whichever one I am listening to at the moment. This morning, this is it.