In a salute to this poignant truth above, I would like to end my longstanding journey along the way of words with In Transit. With no destiny defined in a Random Riddle. And none the wiser. If, however, I succeeded in letting moments shine for you beyond expectation and the dictates of the mind, then I shall be richly rewarded.
If you have been lured away for a while from seriousness and an over-amplified sense of security and the future tense, and transported into the vicinity of the Comedy, then let us together toast the latitude in the grey scales and enjoy the laughter and the lightness.
Here on the edge of 80 years, though, I have to share an uncomfortable truth with you. I never really reached the sages beyond the words for long enough. It’s only my crutches I am passing on. My dreams of being awake and staying wake, those did not pan out. You see, I should have listened more to my own resounding warnings about expectations.
Maybe on the final stretch there is nothing much more to learn than what simplicity prescribed all just be here now, doing the dance with the Paradox on the current tune.
