I was driving with M to our produce store to procure a week's worth of vegetables and fruit for our daily dose of juices ... Spinach, Kale, Cucumbers, Celery, Peppers, Apples, Oranges, Lemons, Kiwi, Pears, whatever else strikes our fancy and some ginger for a buzz. We haven't joined the juicers who live on juice, alone, but have added maybe 1-2 quarts of juice daily to a modest diet. And while it seems to help, I certainly don't feel like I could make it into the next Century ... I'll take a decade or two and be grateful to anima mundi for the ride.
We were at a light and a blue Honda Civic came lithely around the corner ... not quite screeching its tires. It was driven by someone half our ages or less and he seemed to be having a good time. The light changed and we went through the intersection onto a street of single family houses, uneventfully. Just as we did, however, it struck me that I/we don't get to know what life will be like in the next Century. As it is written somewhere in Psalms ... "You get 70 years and if you're a warrior type? 80 years."
I know. There are futurists and seers and predictors. There are those who calibrate and measure the chaos of the past and establish plot-lines for how the future will look.
But the truth? We just don't get to know whether those single family houses will go Bauhaus or if in vitro fertilization will replace the playful sexual play of yesteryear with Woody Allen's Orgasmatrons for a kick or if the houses that I passed on the way home from the fruit store will be "beachfront" just after I and my progeny become vague memories held by a few.
Yeah! And truth be told, the way this game of life is playedeven with all its vitamins and juices ... plain and simple? it's none of my business. Thus is life for Players in the Last Quarter.
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