This day is like living in the sea. The rains abated after last night, but the skies retained their unstable appearance. Pale gray silk clouds against steel blue. Shapes like dark whales drifting through pastel waters. Cars on the highway schools of tiny fishes, veering along in pulsing synchrony.

And now, still a couple hours before sunset, the sky is black-blue, lit by bright lace of lightning, background drone of water again cascading from the roof. Like living under a waterfall. My bare feet feel the thunder vibrating the floor.

Such theater to remind us--hey--your TV, your car, your vodka, games and CDs are such artificial stuff.

Hear the real world.

(But now I'm thinking hey you listened to a song called Is There Life after Breakfast? as you drove among your so-called fishes. You have the radio on--right now!--along with the rain and thunder.

You are typing on a battery-powered keyboard. Who are you to say what is artificial, what is real? It is all as real as anything you experience as real.

"There's more than one answer to these questions pointing in a crooked line..." That is what I just heard. From my electricity powered plastic and steel radio/CD player.

Cheers!)