Slim Pickings...

Well. The sky isn't falling on our heads. We have that going for us. Beyond that, yikes, things seem to be hurtling out of control. There are no steering wheels, or brakes. The momentum seems to be picking up speed, always going forward towards a brick wall, or a precipice. Can cooler heads prevail? Can we adjust trajectory before it's too late? An Imagined God only knows. There are no big daddies to save us. We are on our own, muddling about. Seriously, not sure what to think about it all. I look around for a bit of wisdom or insight, and it is all meager portions & "slim pickings." Be Here Now. One Step at a Time. Breathe. Don't forget to Breathe. Beyond that? Well. Your guess is as good as mine...