So what's left in my life? I am beyond my mid-life crisis, my first psychotic break, and my fight with eczema. Mother Nature is still beyond my reckoning and I've given up on making a major impact on Western Civilization. I'm reading Willa Cather along with Exodus and Deuteronomy with plans to move on to the sayings of Chairman Mao for balance. At least I know where I'm coming from. I think so anyway.