Here lies the crux of the matter — the ‘point of it all’! Somewhere along the line from slime to bi-pedalism we caught an addiction to one maddening question “WHY?” I think of it now as a scratch on a CD — even with all the antiskip technology (meditation etc) in the world neither myself nor anyone I know seems to be able to progress past ‘why?’ -neither drunk nor philosopher escapes it.

If I could choose one post-evolutionary adaptation it would be that human beings could skip past ‘why?’. From Job in the bible to Camus’ Sisyphus, the question echos through our lives. “Why did she love somebody else when I felt I could love enough for both of us?” Why did my dad not google “what to do if the belt fails to change behavior?” There are more songs on the record; why(?) must one painful scratch mar all the enjoyment?

Godspeed my friend!