Explosions rip the calm of night
and one more frenzy is born. It’s a mad mad world. The cities are under siege. The villages are dark and silent. What about the small little people? We sit and type into little boxes on our computer, while outside all is quite quiet.
There is less rhyme or reason these days. No more is there a feeling of order and rightness.
Ah well, minds wiser than mine dwell on these pressing issues. What can I add to the wisdom of the teeming crowds?
News travels fast these days, doesn’t it? No sooner does it happen anywhere in the world, the rest of the world knows it. But still, news is not always information. And forming an opinion based on insufficient information, is that a good thing? It would seem not, but every day, it happens.
Complete information is also an impossibility. And if you wait forever and a day for that, the moment passes. So, you do the best you can. Everyone has their own standard for what constitutes enough information. I have mine, and you have yours.
Enough of this. I am following a train of thought, but I’m only writing every third sentence, so naturally it comes across as rather silly stuff. It’s quite late now. Goodnight.