Ferris wheel in Avignon

We're doing the best we can with what we have.

That's not very good, but it couldn't be better.

We're only human, and only for a very short while.

Many of us live like we're waiting for something that isn't there, and just as many of us live like there's nothing worth waiting for.

Nothing actually goes anywhere, other than the circle, which seems overly determined to come back the way it came.

The problems, such as they are, seem more ones of certain material expectations gone unmet and the impossibility of sustaining levels of materialism that will continue to meet expectations.

Helpless on the wheel, we might as well try to learn at least a little French, buy some pink cotton candy, and watch from on high as the carnival lights work their way down the deep dark Rhone.  

(Tomorrow: IF SF Conversation with Howard Junker.)