Life is a board game, a magazine and a vapor which appears but for a short time. Take your pick. Or if you don’t like those, make up your own. It seems to be the way society works today. But I am going to avoid the pitfalls of politics and religion.
I am on a quest of sorts. Actually I have been on this quest since 2010. To find the elusive Greek God of Love, Eros. Most know him by his Roman name, Cupid. Just about the time, I think I have found him, it turns out to be the God of Infatuation or Lies. Regardless, Cupid is like a greased pig, he manages to stay out to grasp.
So I fall back on the one thing I can always trust in, my music. Good old Apollo, the God of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the Sun and light, poetry, and more. That would explain why music is like poetry, and why I have been sick lately. Apollo forgets which hat he is wearing! Darn, the luck. Oh well, maybe next year.