Sometimes I look out the windows at the cars rushing, everyone in a hurry to get somewhere, along 119, the Starbucks patrons coming and going, the hum of voices, people talking to themselves or is it a result of the voices in their ear plugs? And I momentarily get caught up in the wonder of it all. Just is, I conclude, don't try to find meaning when there isn't any. Then I get back to business: my book, my thoughts, and hoping I'm not forgetting something I'm obligated to do today.